Virginia Center for the Creative Arts Amherst, VA May 2006 I can’t stop. Because my outside voice is quieter than my inside voice. Because my sisters found my journal, read it, and laughed. Because it never makes sense and I prefer order to chaos. I'm stubborn. Because I can shape chaos into order if I [...]
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
I do it because…
McDonald's Half Marathon Richmond, VA 13 November 2010 I can :). And some people can’t 😦 and maybe wouldn’t, probably, if they could walk 😉 But still Because… I love the high and drugs do other not-so- nice things to a body. Because it made my boobs shrink :(. And my waist :). And I [...]
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Baby Face
9:30 a.m. We close out her tutoring session and she says she plans to come back to work on her next project. She asks me something about using the online system, Smarthinking, and then: "Oh and I have one more question," "Sure, what's up?" "Are you a lady?" "Well, I used to be a man, [...]
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Mile 12
Today I finished mile 12 of my half marathon training! In January when I put out an official notice that I "did not intend to tiptoe through life" I didn't exactly have this in mind. At the time I had no real idea how to undertake or whether I would be able to undertake that [...]
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Daydream Sequence #10
As I moved away from the scene almost catching some sidewalk in my rush, I wondered what exactly I had just witnessed. There was running and screaming. Something violent had occurred; what injuries or death had happened I could not know in my haste to get away from the chaotic scene--mostly car lights and throngs [...]
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The Way of the Grey
Yesterday I completed my first race! 10 miles! Ran every one of them too not even stopping at the Gatorade/water stops every two miles. I’m still high off the accomplishment. Everytime I run I get the same high. (Sometimes it’s slow in coming and a lot of times it’s short lived, but I take what [...]
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My bad…
So I was watching Jeopardy the other night. The contestant offers a response to the question on the board. Alex Trebeck is, like, "Yes, select." Gasps and disorder come from the peanut gallery. Another contestant buzzes in to answer. The other contestant pronounces the response correctly. Alex directs his eyes to Other Contestant, "Yes, the [...]
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Let That Be the Story
" Don't forget who you are...and where you stand in the struggle." So Much Things to Say -- Robert Nesta Marley Long time; no talk, yeah? Still on my overly punctuating game you’ll notice from the three pieces of it in that short not-really-a-sentence. Pardon my geekiness: that ain’t changed. My address has—whew-ew! Fat stats [...]
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Monthly Meter
My log for the month of : June Writing/Residency/Fellowship Submissions: 1 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Acceptances: 1 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Rejections: 2 Books: 0 Secret Shame(s): A 38 minute average still? Word? Bleh.
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Update
I have officially hit the F*&!? It button.
darlene anita scott 