i am a writer, artist and potter in coastal Maine. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, i podcast poems at http://ashafenn.libsyn.com and on Sundays at the same address, i podcast a prose piece. Also, i run the Pottery, Art & Writing Studio, www.potteryartwritingstudio.com, a place for artists in any medium to come and work in a supportive environment. To see my artwork, go to www.ashafenn.com
If I could come back to life as an animal, I would be a
Depending on my mood that day, it would either be a cat or an eagle.
If I could come back to life as a plant, I would be a
Some form of majestic tree.
If I could have lunch with any historical or current person, it would be
It would be terribly difficult to choose. Shakespeare? Langston Hughes? Dorothy Parker? Spaulding Gray? Oscar Wilde? Yeah, probably Oscar if i had to choose just one.
I could best describe my personality as
An artistic extrovert that lives with herself well.
Favorite Music Genre
Impossible to say. Jazz is a great favorite as is rock and blues and singer/songwriter...
Favorite Movie Genre
Possibly comedies? But, it would also depend on my mood for the day. I'm a science fiction freak and studied history in graduate school, so movies on those themes also appeal.
Favorite Book Genre
Poetry. Good novels. Philosophy.
Cruel question for an artist. I go back to Frida Kahlo a lot, Ilya Repin painted my two favorite paintings of all time, Vincent van Gogh (of course) and probably Goya.
Other than cheekily saying the ones i've written, i could not possibly answer that question.
Also another one where i couldn't say. There have been too many that touched my heart. For a long time i would have said "The Elephant Man" but i'm no longer angst-filled.
My two top VIA Character strengths are
Favorite Charity Link
|Board Name||Title||MYKU||Date Written|
|Despair||RE: Other People||First, i loved with my whole heart
For him to rip my spirit apart,
and after i found joy being alone
discovering inside myself a kinder home.
|Garden of Wisdom||RE: Enlightenment||He could not teach me to be wise
by batting his beautiful blue eyes.
Not even when he withheld touch,
did i find that it taught me much.
|Lyrics and Words||RE: RE: Not the Lyrics||words can be my lovers and my enemies.
they have given me transcendent pleasure
and they have betrayed me with their whims,
secure that i will always be their slave.
|Music The Universal Language||RE: Music||once i was told: all music is prayer.
well then, i dance, dream and live there!
dwelling within a sacred, marvelous place
where harmony and rhythm fill every single space.
|young love||selfish youth||in my youth, i loved fearlessly
and with utter selfishness,
believing that he too loved intently
and that "we" were predestined completeness -
duplicity, betrayal, change and cruelty
were still strangers to my love struck eyes
|Death||RE: RE: Death||the urge for stressless quiet and rest
can make death sound like a friend
whose early embace i might request -
but this life is too interesting to end.
|jiggle||RE: RE: RE: peas||i was so grateful when i looked down
and saw first boobs, then knees, the ground.
but that vanished belly has begun to poke out
jiggling its edges just to make me pout.