Katarina Bondinell

It's been a long time since I've written anything that was meant for eyes other than my own. I'm here mostly to stretch my wings a little and just see what happens. Lately I've felt a bit like there was something inside of me screaming to get out... maybe it's time to turn back to my writing roots.

As for the girl behind the experiment, she is young and strange. She laughs at her own jokes and has a passion for color and spirit. She loves music. It moves her and calms her and makes life more interesting, though the only instrument she can play is her voice, and no one said it was good. She is passionate. Quiet. Creative. Feisty. Empathetic. Romantic. She spends her days in a green and misty corner of the globe, creating art in many forms and enjoying the vast array of natures wonders around her.
As described by a good friend:

"your mojo rising is the death of realism.
Incandescent pheasant-plucking peasant,
you are a pleasure palace all porky pink like sunsets in graveyards,
heart forged in the hearth of this flailing earth.
I crumble like ancient ruins at the thought of your tenticles.
You are pleantiful.
You are the daughter of the spheres-come-sacrificial slaughter,
your milk-white blood more pure than water,
made frankenstein planets of the big bang's gruesome residue.
Baddaboom. Daughter. You are. Glowing. Eternal. Infernal.
Flowing through space-time like rhyme.
Astral momma, you sublimate circles like they were marijuana
like dada-witches you pop poodles in pools with poonani torture tools of your own design.
I smile stitches to you, night mother
swallowing-sun all-consuming black widow b***h with boots.
You give life and give death like presents.
Your presence is present.
You present me with essence to make ascent through evanescence
to be endless transcendence.
Damn.
That girl is fine."
~D.B. Circa 2006

When reviewing (which is greatly appreciated, mind you) please feel free to be honest and objective. Don't fuss about hurting my feelings. I might think you're an a*****e, but who cares? I'll still learn and grow from any suggestions you might have for me to consider. I should mention that this is not me handing out a liscence to be a malicious d****e. I'm trying to really get something out of this, and if something in my process doesn't work for me, I'd like to know.