Tag: #campnanowrimo
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the opening speech

Welcome to camp To experimentation To “done” projects To progress over perfection Welcome to choosing creativity first To moving from an authentic space From the fire that is barely a flicker From that part I know is still there Welcome to the part beyond fear Like a great oak in the woods 30m after rainful…
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#086: collaboration

he took both index fingers knuckled them into eye sockets hoping friction would open up to new vision mouth ajar releasing vocalised innards she lent her ears to his organised letters swung wide and added her own and through dialogue they broke the fetters the myth and pedestal of great work built by one.
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#085: visceral reactions (a shadorma)
sharp nails against chalkboards are no match for enamel pulling against winter gloves (in my book at least!) . it’s as if my bottom jaw is held hostage the weapon: a lethal feather sweeping my alveolar
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#084: after the rain
today everyone had been walking around like the sun had just passed them a note saying “hey I like you too” . to watch the caved shoulders of yesterday unfurl, with open-mouthed smiles showing crooked teeth in all their glory . a pedestrian privilege I don’t take lightly chatter amongst strangers who have shared the…
