Often, autumn puts me in a melancholy mood, and only the most beautifully macabre art makes me feel better — something pretty, something scary, something Gorey.
It has to do with how autumn affects me. The nights get very cold. The days wilt and dim under the flat, gray light. In Texas, because we don’t have real autumn, the leaves wither to a dull brown instead of the fiery colors other states enjoy. As such, the sickly brown emphasizes the emaciated, skeletal tree branches. And as the sky begins to darken earlier and earlier, all I find myself wanting to do is be home. There is a small voice urging me to go back, to get inside where it’s warm and safe.
Sorry for the lack of recent posts! Life has been very hectic and I’ve been trying to get some writing/editing/reading done in the rare moments when I have down time.
Also, happy NaPoWriMo month! In case you aren’t familiar with NaPoWriMo, it’s the sister of NaNoWriMo, but instead of writing a novel, participants write a poem a day. By the end of April, you should have 30 poems.
I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing, particularly my poetry skills. I decided that not only would I participate in NaPoWriMo 2015, but I would post my poems to Instagram as a way to force myself to not only write the poems, but to share them.
And I’m sharing them here. Enjoy! Let me know what you think. (Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram @storiesforghosts.