i was a bear once i walked the earth sniffing and wandered into this place made of wood where people gathered of course no one understood that i was actually a young woman who became a bear could enhabit the bear no one but like two people i came there to scare those people in…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
body of ink
lines and lines of words written over my body like geometric tattoos grafted onto skin paintbrush swoops a curve into being ink drips down creating splattery spots center of this domed droplet sinks down into skin you’d think it’d hurt to have sentences words paragraphs written across your chest down your thighs surrounding your ankles …
ask the horse
horse in the meadow never talked to me until last night. moved seven steps to the right of when i saw him last. dark brown red skin and eyes blinking at me like what, you know my soul now? who are you to know me? but he’s right, you know. the horse does know my…
story time: i dream of rocks
When she wakes up, there’s no one around. Doesn’t matter. Still the cold sweat again. Still the jolt awake. Wide-eyed peering into the night. But nothing. The phone replaced the clock. The phone says some god awful time, that’s forgettable the instant she looks at it. Two. Three times. She still doesn’t remember. It doesn’t…
Another poem/short story/creative thought tangent…
there’s a girl i know she walks the streets at night she travels the world in streetlights wet pavement gravel crunches under foot whispers and flashes always night sky glances it’s the girl you always pass you don’t think to look where she turns where she walks when she walks pay no attention to the…
The Real World – Theater Edition: Britney Frazier
Had to share this interview. Whenever I have moments of these moments of self doubt, I need to do as Brit: This is the advice I give myself: Keep the faith. Believe in you. People say sh*t, good and bad people say sh*t. Don’t let it make or break your spirit. Please yourself first and…
post-it poem
I’ve been diligently working to *have* inspiration (as if you can really have it, it just comes…), but nada. You know, write these little plays or moments to share. Something new. Anyway, I had some great ideas, but nothing that really grabbed me and was like, “no, we’re not leaving until you wtite us down”. But…
unedited scene from the bike play
I haven’t really felt like sharing, but then I thought, fuck it, I got nothing to lose (except for my 14 views–don’t go!). Anyway, I was trying to think of what scene to post to round this off. There’s one where Ella is teaching Jamie how to be seductive, that one’s good. Or another that’s…
Play List
Mini play list for you all riffing of the song obsessions post. So, of course (again) This and this. Here are a couple of other songs that I was feeling when I wrote i stole lance armstrong’s bike: Wild Horses – this is not the original, but I like her voice and that drifty, far-off quality…
The Man Who Sold The World
I have song obsessions. This is one of them. This song relates to i stole lance armstrong’s bike in that it was the impetus for the whole play. I will share that next, but first, a really long digression… I warned you. Of course, I felt tremendously sad to hear the news of David Bowie. A…
The Dynamics of Groove 