Fragments at 3:15

17 more days until the 2010 3:15 Experiment begins! Every year you think it may be the last, but you can’t help yourself. You must write. It’s like playing the same numbers on a lottery ticket each week. That poetic gold may come. You succumb. You buy a magic journal and pen. You set your alarm. You are a 3:15 warrior. This year I know is gonna be awesome. I can just feel it in me bones. I JUST finished typing up all my entries from last year and I pulled out a few fragments to share. The logic and wisdom of 3:15 half-dreamness. It never gets old. from 3:15 it’s too hot to jump through hoops and dog biscuits make more sense than love ~ ~ ~ dream saboteurs keep me locked in an office of noncommitment ~~~ the Doctor says make happy before you fall...

August 3:15 2008 Entries Done! Now on to 2009…

I FINALLY finished typing up my 2008 August 3:15 Poems.Woo-hoo! They were primarily about my stress level that year, writing/producing/directing a low-budget TV show for a boss who loved to bully, ruled by fear, worked people to the bone and spat them out. But the final entry was different b/c I managed to get out of town for a wedding. So, at least the series ends on a positive note. August 31, 2008 Nisqually Lodge, Ashford, WA Oh noble neon abalone* I am deep in the woods I have escaped the drum and hum of the big city and its machine taken away to a wedding party a festival of creative minds a reminder of what my life was like before it was consumed The monkey is now back inside my heart not wrenching mind with chatter to do hub bub    baloo I am among friends...

from August 3:15 2008

I was cruising Art Predator’s blog (highly recommended as a worthy distraction) and was inspired by THIS ENTRY of one of the poems she wrote for last year’s 3:15 Experiment. I grew DETERMINED to get the rest of my 2008 and 2009 3:15 poems typed up and logged on the the official 3:15 site!!! As I was doing so, I came across this little goodie from Aug 2008. I don’t recall writing it, I don’t recall if it’s from a dream or a TV show or a conversation. I just thought it was really cool. 3:15 AM August 25, 2008 pulling 3 monsters in a red wagon no one knows how she found them dead or how they were placed   she was all grins    speechless but sparkling we take her in     traumatized she speaks not for 13 years one day she is looking out...

August 11, 2009 – 3:15 – Seattle, WA

I’ve been typing up my 3:15 poems from this year (uh, even though I haven’t even finished typing up the ones from LAST year…) and this one is my favourite so far. If you don’t know what the 3:15 Experiment is, check out our FACEBOOK group or check out the Poets sharing their work on the 3:15 Experiment site. August 11 Seattle, WA I bet          no one but insanity knows what it’s like to run amok Big eyes from the galaxy     upon him, ghosts from     the recent past. If all our moments came back to haunt us,     where would they sleep? Moments moping under the accelerator, biding time in the kitchen recipe for repetition undisciplined action Spectators They think the only direction to go is up.     Could be right, so late in the game But...

August 14, 2009 – 3:15 (Vancouver, BC)

At some point in the month, I always start falling back to sleep before writing anything… then waking up and writing at whatever time it happens to be. This happens to everyone. Just keep writing if it does. This one was more like a 5:15 poem. Alas     sleep has kidnapped my night     at least I’m well fed you have great waking skills tumbling     waiting for alarm     the sound of shapes calling shapes breaking morning to father the day

3:15 AM – August 8, 2009

I decided to share this 3:15 Experiment poem not because its one of my favourites or for its fine literary quality, but because it is such 3:15 language… that and I don’t remember writing it! I remember writing, I recall my hand moving by some force, but I don’t recall any of these words (and some I’ve had to interpret as they were illegible), where they came from, or to what they were referring – other than the fact that my husband went bike-camping on Mayne Island and saw views of islands. This is something that continually fascinates me about the experiment, that I could actually physically write, but not be conscious while doing it. August, 8, 2009 Vancouver, BC I have frozen in this finite heat.  the islands, the islands have...