Category: BOOM.
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Event(s on the) Horizon
This isn’t about American Horror Story, so you don’t have to yell at me. It is about events I will soon be a part of, so if you want to yell at me in person, well, here’s how.
emmabolden
2013 is the year of Awesome, All-around amazing people, Amazing discoveries and wondrous visions, appearances, bad behavior in public places, book signings, BOOM., creative writing, Department of Writing and Linguistics, Embarrassing stories, Emma is very lucky, Emma’s Adventures in Over-Analyzing, Fiction, GenPop Books, Georgia, Georgia Southern, Going to eleven, graduate school, gratitude, Happy accidents, Maleficae, poems, poetry, Statesboro, The Write Place Festival, UNCW, Writers Week Symposium -
Tonight. Atlanta. Kavarna. True Story. BOOM.
In which Emma talks about a very traumatic experience and invites you to join her at the True Story reading series to hear more about her traumatic experiences.
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appearances, bad behavior in public places, BOOM., childhood ailments and other daily disasters, creative nonfiction, creative writing, Emma is very lucky, Emma's Awkward Adolescence, Georgia, I really did go to a school called Our Lady of Sorrows, nonfiction, plans, reading, readings, Scenes from my childhood, The Journal of Seven Year Old Emily Bolden, What Emma is up to, Where You Can Find Me (Or At Least My Words) -
The Story Behind “The Damage”
In which Emma has a dream come true and talks about it for you. AND MAKES HER SUMMARY RHYME.
emmabolden
2013 is the year of Awesome, accidental confessions, Amazing discoveries and wondrous visions, announcements, appearances, awesome, awesome presses, BOOM., Breaking up is hard to do, Chchchchanges, COLLECT!, contemporary poetry, Corrections, crafting, crafts, creative nonfiction, creative writing, Dear Johns from the Po Biz, Emma is very lucky, EPIC WIN, Glitter (pretty version), Going to eleven, gratitude, hopes and dreams, inspiration, Internet culture, Letters to Inanimate Objects, living without linebreaks, love, love poems, magazines, Milestones and suchness, Movin’ on, nonfiction, One Can Find Me Here (Or At Least My Words), Online culture, Online literary magazines, Other Lit Mags One Should Admire, Other Poets, Other Presses We Should All Be Looking At, poem challenge, poem for the day, poems, poetry, Poetry Daily, poets, publishing, publishing (or not publishing, rejection, rejection slippage, relationships, revision, shameless self-promotion, Squee!, Stationary Objects and Collisions Therewith, submissions, Thanks and thanks again, The big move, the genre line (and stepping over it), The grind, the poem factory, The Secret Life of Objects, Very Excellent News, where are you going where have you been, Where You Can Find Me (Or At Least My Words), wonders and apparitions, writing life, You gotta have friends -
Radio Free Gertrude
In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
emmabolden
2013 is the year of Awesome, appearances, bad behavior in public places, BOOM., coffee, creepers, Cue the Golden Girls theme song, Doing, Embarrassing stories, Emma is very lucky, Emma’s Adventures in Over-Analyzing, Emma’s attempts at normal life, Emma’s attempts at real life (failed or otherwise), Emma’s theories on what makes for Very Good Poetry, Epic Cat Battles, Fear and how to face it, Free to Be You and Me, Frills and Fancies, Gertrude Stein (feline version), Going to eleven, gratuitous photos of whatnot, Language systems, Losing courage and other freakouts, mullings and ramblings, Mustachio’d Kitties, My meowing roommates, My nerves are bad tonight. Yes bad., NaPoMo, New Fangled Technology and Whatnot, overthinking, perfection is boring. period., Photography, poems, poetry, reading, readings, shameless cat photos, Statesboro, Stationary Objects and Collisions Therewith, summations, Thanks and thanks again, The Hunger Games, the poem factory, The Secret Life of Objects, thought for the day, What Emma is up to, Where You Can Find Me (Or At Least My Words), writing life, You gotta have friends