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Wednesday August 20th
[Re-post from @alzqn] Catching up on updates! I’ve got four poems & illustrations up in this month’s issue of Baccarat Magazine, M’sia — works squeezed from the (on-going) mind-battles on the theme of ‘Home.’
#afraidofwords #poetry #art #words #baccaratmagazine

[Re-post from @alzqn] Catching up on updates! I’ve got four poems & illustrations up in this month’s issue of Baccarat Magazine, M’sia — works squeezed from the (on-going) mind-battles on the theme of ‘Home.’
#afraidofwords #poetry #art #words #baccaratmagazine

Friday August 15th
managed to steal some time to work on the twins. #wip #afraidofwords #art #watercolor #ink #painting #moons #twinmoons #process

managed to steal some time to work on the twins. #wip #afraidofwords #art #watercolor #ink #painting #moons #twinmoons #process

Thursday August 14th
02.by afraidofwords.
one honey lemon chicken, the cold ticking a need to shift my butt 
inched on a plastic chair, softly waiting a lost friend — to order drinks. 
THREE-WORD PROMPT (chicken, butt, lemon - Mia)

02.
by afraidofwords.

one honey lemon 
chicken, the cold ticking a 
need to shift my butt 

inched on a plastic 
chair, softly waiting a lost 
friend — to order drinks. 

THREE-WORD PROMPT (chicken, butt, lemon - Mia)

Monday August 4th
twin moon-scaping. #art #afraidofwords #art #painting #moon #moons #watercolor #process

twin moon-scaping. #art #afraidofwords #art #painting #moon #moons #watercolor #process

Friday August 1st

Tunes

Tagged by princessdaisy24

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your ipod/phone/itunes/media player and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to at least 10 people.

One rule: no skipping

  1. Le Méridien - Yann Tiersen
  2. Sadness is a Blessing - Lykke Li
  3. I’m Not Your Hero - Tegan and Sara
  4. Dig Your Grave - Modest Mouse
  5. Technologic - Daft Punk
  6. Method Acting - Bright Eyes
  7. Fresh Like Us - Chiddy Bang
  8. Chic ‘n Stu - System of a Down
  9. Black Balloon - Goo Goo Dolls
  10. Fast Blood - Frightened Rabbit
  11. Fairy Paradise - CocoRosie
  12. Better in Time - Leona Lewis
  13. Dance with me - Nouvelle Vague
  14. Bonzo’s Montreaux - Led Zeppelin
  15. Minuet - Luigi Boccherini
  16. When I Go - Emancipator
  17. Stiff Kittens - Blaqk Audio
  18. Madonna - CocoRosie
  19. Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine - Modest Mouse
  20. Shadowboxer - Fiona Apple

Tagged:

fiddlersgreen wearethestory sawtheoptimist ujugluk mumpitzhausen 

Thursday July 31st
#wip new character taking shape. #sketchbook #afraidofwords #art #pencil #drawing #sketching #graphite

#wip new character taking shape. #sketchbook #afraidofwords #art #pencil #drawing #sketching #graphite

Sunday July 27th
01. by afraidofwords.
park your guts on this swing set and remember the laughter you planted over a decade ago in what used to be your injured ankles. let the noise carry the way your feet move you — here, spinning now, swaying.
the ghosts in your joints call for rain on the days you don’t get to time travel, and the puddles.            you are chasing lost paper boats from years beyond whenever you open your mouth. 
and this is how you measure lack with your jaws: pull bottom from top, stretch. feel how far you can go before recoil springs the bite, or relapse unhinges your might — this is the way you either snap shut, or snap loose.
THREE-WORD PROMPT (measure, bite, park - from a tweet by Liy)

01. 
by afraidofwords.

park your guts on this swing set 
and remember 
the laughter you planted 
over a decade ago in what used to be 
your injured ankles. let the noise 
carry the way your feet 
move you — here, spinning 
now, swaying.

the ghosts in your joints call for rain 
on the days you don’t get to time travel, 
and the puddles.            you are chasing 
lost paper boats 
from years beyond 
whenever you open your mouth. 

and this is how you measure lack with your 
jaws: pull bottom 
from top, stretch. feel how far 
you can go before 
recoil springs the bite, or 
relapse unhinges your might — this is the way 
you either snap 
shut, or snap 
loose.

THREE-WORD PROMPT (measure, bite, park - from a tweet by Liy)

Friday July 25th
workin’ off the last page of my #sketchbook — i get to pick a new one now! #afraidofwords #wip #painting #watercolor

workin’ off the last page of my #sketchbook — i get to pick a new one now! #afraidofwords #wip #painting #watercolor

Friday July 25th
#tbt a couple of weeks ago i completed this illustration as a new companion for an old poem about restlessness — i’ve edited it slightly, posting it here as a reaction to recent tragedies. i’ve been travelling on and off since i was a kid, all thoughts about past (& present) fears/concerns on air travel have now attached themselves to a surreal sense of unease… all loving thoughts to those affected by MH370 / MH17 / GE222. #afraidofwords #art #illustration #tribute

#tbt a couple of weeks ago i completed this illustration as a new companion for an old poem about restlessness — i’ve edited it slightly, posting it here as a reaction to recent tragedies. i’ve been travelling on and off since i was a kid, all thoughts about past (& present) fears/concerns on air travel have now attached themselves to a surreal sense of unease… all loving thoughts to those affected by MH370 / MH17 / GE222. #afraidofwords #art #illustration #tribute

Thursday July 24th
03.by afraidofwords.
a cornucopia of tired phantasms battered against the senses in such a way as to make the orange frustrated with the day. silly fingers drum the toil of hours against tabletops and tree barks, green dreams dead from ambition. there is a voice that happens every night, it calls. it calls and no one hears it it calls from the soil of things, beckons you back to sleep with its end but wait, wait. it turns red underneath the weight of the next day’s listlessness, growing into groans that read: “I am so done with all of this,” before fluttering off into escape.
THREE-WORD PROMPT (tired, frustrated, done - ZH)

03.
by afraidofwords.

a cornucopia of tired phantasms 
battered against the senses 
in such a way as to make 
the orange frustrated with the day. 
silly fingers drum the toil of hours 
against tabletops and tree barks, green dreams 
dead from ambition. there is a voice 
that happens every night, it calls. 
it calls and no one hears it 
it calls from the soil of things, beckons 
you back to sleep with its end but wait, 
wait. it turns red 
underneath the weight of the next day’s 
listlessness, growing into groans 
that read: “I am so done with all of this,” 
before fluttering off 
into escape.

THREE-WORD PROMPT (tired, frustrated, done - ZH)

Tuesday July 22nd

"Traveller, what if the night overtakes you?""We shall lie down to sleep till the morning dawns with its songs, and the call of the sea floats in the air."
- Rabindranath Tagore

(afraidofwords)

"Traveller, what if the night overtakes you?"
"We shall lie down to sleep till the morning dawns with its songs, and the call of the sea floats in the air."

- Rabindranath Tagore

(afraidofwords)

Sunday July 20th
Spectator, 190714 by afraidofwords. 
i ash everywhere. hands shaking from languages translated to communicate anguish. 
bury me in smoke, my body knows not how to talk about this — 
history teaches us only one thing: at any moment at all it could happen to you. 
how much of the world’s grief must i carry to prove that i too am human? 
all this human. and not once does it show anywhere but on the face. 
not enough. stand up tall, not enough. spend quotes like a  failing currency. advertise strength for the limbless, 
not enough. not human enough to save a child’s breath from exploding 
into oblivion, let alone remind the world of what is human. 

Spectator, 190714 
by afraidofwords

i ash everywhere. hands shaking 
from languages translated 
to communicate anguish. 

bury me in smoke, my body 
knows not how to 
talk about this —

history teaches us 
only one thing: at any moment at all 
it could happen to you. 

how much 
of the world’s grief must i 
carry to prove that i too am human? 

all this human. 
and not once does it show 
anywhere but on the face. 

not enough. stand up tall, 
not enough. spend quotes like a  
failing currency. advertise strength for the limbless, 

not enough. not 
human enough to save 
a child’s breath from exploding 

into oblivion, let alone 
remind the world of what 
is human. 

Sunday July 20th
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