Category: the blank page

• “Back in black / I hit the sack / I been too long / I’m glad to be back.”

  In which Emma learns that if you put linebreaks in AC/DC lyrics they seem very important.

  emmabolden

  July 31, 2013

  2013 is the year of Awesome, accidental confessions, Amazing discoveries and wondrous visions, Another summer in a winter town, Art and life and love and The Big Stuff, Artist’s Renditions, bright shining spots in the very much dark, Circumstances, creative nonfiction, creative writing, disappearances, Doing, DUENDE, Emma hits a wall, Emma’s attempts at normal life, Emma’s attempts at real life (failed or otherwise), Errata, Fear and how to face it, INTENSE, Losing courage and other freakouts, My nerves are bad tonight. Yes bad., poems, poetry, Poetry as therapy, Shifting metaphors, the blank page, The Drama Llama, the heft of cathedral tunes, The only living boy in New York, thought for the day, what I don’t write about, where are you going where have you been, writing and not writing, writing life, writing space