My morning in Velvet

Emma and Josephine  are Young and in Love

As we sat on the bed

the silk kissing our limbs

the ceiling cracked open to let the light in

you smiled and I felt the warm wind on my nose

the  sheets and the walls fell away as we rose

floating higher and higher until we broke through

spinning and grinning, our spirits so new

soaring among those bright pieces of heaven

petting the velvety purple they rest in

Poem from unfinished play by Angie Hoover

I began writing  this one night while my fiance was asleep. The moonlight was shining in through our bedroom window, and I was overwhelmed with joy and love.  I revisited it several years later and planned to use it in a play that incorporated spoken word poetry. The plot focused on a lesbian romance between two southern women during the Jazz age.

Interview With an Non-Artist: Mitch Schiwal Part I

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sometimes when I am going back through past work and see an unfinished sketch,  I find the inspiration rekindles… it’s like meeting up with an ex and discovering that you still can have really great sex

ANGIE: Do you have any thoughts on why you leave pieces unfinished?

MITCH: Generally, I tend to build up a head of steam on a piece and work on it; however, especially on complex or detailed pieces, I tend to either lose my inspiration or my focus. Rarely, I may come back and finish a piece, but generally they lay there like half finished skeletons

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ANGIE: Do you think that you could force inspiration ? or do you find that you have so many ideas, that leaving one in the dust is often a relief?

MITCH: I tend to be overwhelmed with ideas, and when one grabs my attention from the ether, I focus on it entirely until I am distracted by something else. However, sometimes when I am going back through past work and see an unfinished sketch,  I find the inspiration rekindles… it’s like meeting up with an ex and discovering that you still can have really great sex

 

Artwork by Mitch Schiwal

More of Mitch’s Posts here:

https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/mitch/

Swallowed by the Dragon by Angie

“Swallowed by the Dragon” Excerpt by Angie Hoover
I churned with the black in the belly of this beast. Swaying in bile as thick and dark as the oil of the Earth. After some time, I stopped swimming and sank. How peaceful it felt to stop clawing at the walls of her stomach. staying afloat was not worth the struggle. I would drop into her deep. I’d get smaller and smaller and then I would melt. I’d be liquid in liquid. Blood in blood.

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Artwork by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

This came to me like a comforting memory. I don’t know what that says about me. I almost feel like it is a complete work because it has such a clear beginning and end in my own mind.

See more of Angie’s posts here:

https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/