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...

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...

3:15 August 3, 2002

The 2009 experiment is almost here. I’m feeling nostalgic. I’m posting one of my faves from experiments gone by… Join the 3:15 Experiment Facebook Group to stay in the hypnagogic loop. from August 3, 2002 Seattle, WA cherry blossom midnight sneaking spoons in the dark hollow cherished far too many words to not describe my heart-break it breaks itself you know it erases its own glee tumbling like laundry lists believe that memory believe that gesture don’t believe your eyes touch is like grapefruit round and sensitive the eyes     two vulnerable moments of now my god doesn’t like traffic lights or marshmallows my god knows something about picket lines and visits to the dentist I want more of less much more of less...

Collaborative Poem on Qarrtsiluni

My comrades in collaboration and I have a poem up on Quarrtsiluni: Arriving at Form : : 3:15 AM What a great word “qarrtsiluni.” Apparently it’s an Iñupiaq word that means “sitting together in the darkness, waiting for something to burst.” We’re still working on an audio collab to go with it. We’ve all made recordings of us reading the poem (we’re in different cities) and are playing around with it in our spare...