...er, I've finally copyrighted this schtuff--albeit halfassedly, but still, um, don't bite. Yo.   
prosety.

Okay. So prosety has been getting some more traffic lately, and I'd like to 'splain just what it is.

I've written all my life, but for the longest had no term for what I did most often: a weird hybrid of prose and poetry, too stream-of-consciousness and laden with various lyrical devices to be legit prose, and too straightforward (usually) and earthbound (for lack of a better term) to be called poetry. So about two years ago I figured out prosety.

This isn't a blog. You can visit the overhaul for that--sometimes it has some decent writing. This site, though, is a way for me to hash out my own writing in a semi-public forum, in the effort to improve it and develop as a writer...poetess...whatever. I have no idea, honestly.

I thought about making it possible for visitors to comment on the various posts, as they can at the overhaul, but I'm a bit too fragile for that just yet, and I also don't want to find myself (much as I did when I had a radio show) worrying "Will they like it? Will this appeal to enough people?" so I figured I'll just operate in a vacuum for a while, and if you really hate it, well, that's an option. Or if you like it, that would be cool too.

One more thing: some of these are quotes that appeal to me at that particular moment, usually from songs or books. Those are always indicated by a reference to the author or songwriter. Anything with no notation is my own.

So. This is my tree falling in the forest.



Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I'm still here. :)




Thursday, June 29, 2006
when you are mute
the whole world knows
but no one cares
they just look
when you sit there
full of everything
and unable to explain
what it is like

when you are alone
you have been that way
your whole life
in loud rooms and
happy homes

you sit there
full of everything
and cannot make
the words come out
even to say
how much
you love
them
all




Monday, June 26, 2006
silly, I was
to think
we had answers.

There is rain
every year
against my windows.

Why did I think
I'd reasoned it out

Turn off the magic
I can see it from here
the wires.