He doesn’t write poetry anymore.

I feel like I’m at my best when I’m writing about Doc. I don’t know if it’s that I try harder because I feel like I need to do him justice, or it’s because I know I’ll end up giving him the results, but either way I’m almost always happy with the poems where he is the subject.

I like the idea behind this one a lot, though I do think it could have been executed a little better – maybe a little expansion in the third stanza to explain the poetry contained in his prose. I really would like to read some of his poems for a real compare and contrast, but he hasn’t given me any yet.

Anyway, I think the reading turned out well – I like the change in tone as I begin the third stanza🙂

A pear tree full of apples

So I haven’t recorded anything in a while. Hell, I haven’t logged in here in ages. But I do have a backlog of things I’d like to read, so I’ll see what I can do. If nothing else, I should get around to it some more this summer🙂

This one could have waited until then, but it’s rather precious to me❤ I like how it turned out aloud.

Something Like Optimism

A reading request from the person I wrote this for. I don’t know if people are uninterested in having their work read, or if Elocutionists simply isn’t popular enough yet, but we don’t seem to get any requests at all. Or at least I don’t.

I’ve never been to California and never intend to go, but he tells me it’s quite nice. He has every intention of moving there as soon as humanly possible.

Types of Words

Small Words and Bigger Words.

I think these two are some of my favorite pieces of flash fiction. The simplicity to them and the way they compliment each other is really neat to me. And I love they they both came right out of my own life❤ I spent a long time reading and re-reading them, trying to get the tone I wanted right. It’s still not quite there, but I’m mostly satisfied.

I think, if I can, I’ll write more of these short non-fiction pieces that revolve around things that have been said to me. I have a third mulling around in my head at the moment that could go with these two.

Fireflies

A reading of Fireflies.

My being sick has had one advantage – it gave me the perfect voice for this piece. I put a touch of emphasis on my Southern drawl, which I don’t think is all that noticeable IRL, even granting that it’s hard to hear your own accent. Most of my Southern sound comes from the way I use words like “yall.”

My headphones suddenly decided to start working again and I have no idea why so I guess they just needed a break or something. Weird. I’ll get back to reading more again once my voice is back to normal and my finals are over and well behind me.

Seafoam

Text can be found here.

This is one of my favorite color poems. I really enjoy the soft, hushy feel of it. I don’t think I intentionally set out to create a feeling of the ocean, but it did turn out that way and I really love that.