I call this piece “Wake Up Call”.
I’ve been re-editing photos from my trip to France two years ago, since I know more about editing now.
The winters here aren’t the same as the winters back home.
And the wind shall say:
‘Here were decent Godless people:
Their only monument the asphalt road
And a thousand lost golf balls.
–T.S. Eliot
My hometown has a biannual craft fair that I loved when I was a child. That was a long time ago though.
Ode to My Hometown’s Craft Fair is a vignette about nostalgia, growing up, and going home.
Anyway, I made a little game. I hope you like it.~
Today’s Freeplay zine-making workshop inspired me to finally release the zine I’ve been holding onto for a while now soooo…
Only the Trying, a small poetry zine by yours truly, available now for free or w/e~ 💚