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Constance

About Me


Hello I am Constance of constantly yours and speaking to you through my recently remodeled new century tube.
This is the dawning of the age.. of aquamarine or maybe chartreuse! The colors bleed and splatter and make wonderful patterns up on the wall, don't you think, darling?
How are you today? No, not you, yooooou!
Have you told someone that you adooooore them recently? Have you held the hand of a newborn child and an elderly man from Nicaragua? Are you a lover or a fighter or somewhere in-between dancing along the rope bridge over the gorge of our collective Eternity?
Well, enough of that. As aforementioned I am CONSTANCE and I am a writer, or rather, a scribe. As a young girl I was always writing poetry and stories about cats and criminals and now as a categorical adult I am a fully blossomed madame de la plume. As they say, my pen is my sword, and I wield it with delicious abandon. Watch out, or I might just write all over you! ;)
I am oft referred to as a Voice Writer by my teachers, in that I am good at creating the dialects and tone of other corpo-real peoples. I try to be every(wo)man in my writing and put my words together in new and interesting ways. It is always a challenge though!
I live in Portland and moonlight on starry vacuous nights as a waitress at a local dive where the coffee is cold and sour but thank god the boys are pretty and sweet. and I do like those booooys, especially when they are of the skin and bones variety, and even more especially when they are spirits and lucid magikal beings of the nether region here to guide my way through the darkness of this planet Earth.
I also write for a sampling of local zines, my specialties include writing about romance, local celebrities, indie rock, vegan lifestyles, crafting, and the pagan arts.
So, welcome to my page, all are welcome, but first, please wipe your feet. Second, let's all dance and drink some Vodka Gimlets. Third, maestro, please start the band!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Are you dangerous, dark or delicate? Do you open quickly like a ripe fruit dripping with substance, or are you complex and closed like a chimerical wonderthing?

My Blog

THE COWBOY

THE COWBOYI have not seen the sun set miraclesbut I have seen him adorn my dreams.In the country of rainy dayshe stood, off to the sidehis stance wide, boots chapped in gold.Over mountain yonder he st...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 11:39:00 GMT

My Shoe Dream

I had a dream last night that I am on a walking tour of some highway town, we are walking on foot, a group of people, through the intersection of a very large four lane highway, right at the loop-de-l...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 14:34:00 GMT

Conversation by Elizabeth Bishop

Conversation      The tumult in the heartkeeps asking questions.And then it stops and undertakes to answerin the same tone of voice.No one could tell the difference.Uninnocent, the...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 23:01:00 GMT

I Am in Need of Music by Elizabeth Bishop

I Am in Need of Music            I am in need of music that would flowOver my fretful, feeling fingertips,Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,With melody, de...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 22:59:00 GMT

Love and Friendship - a poem by Emily Bronte

Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, Its summ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 22:50:00 GMT

If by Rudyard Kipling

IfIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too:If you can wait and not...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 22:46:00 GMT

The Tiger by William Blake

The Tiger TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies 5Burnt the fire of thine e...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 22:41:00 GMT

Poor Darling Hal!

Hope you are feeling better now...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 11:48:00 GMT

Feel Free to Reach Out to Me, Darlings

Hello Friends,I have been so struck by how grand life is lately and marveling at the wonders of just being a corpo-real, that I strongly feel the need to reach out to all of you more and more everyday...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 14:51:00 GMT

Sonnet XLIV

Sonnet XLIVBeloved, thou hast brought me many flowersPlucked in the garden, all the summer throughAnd winter, and it seemed as if they grewIn this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.So, in the...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 21:28:00 GMT