January 2010
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Design a Blank Page
Do you know anyone would be interested in helping us with a new Blank Page design/layout? We are looking for some who open to adding something great to your portfolio as well as promotion through Blank Page & other items. If you are interested or know anyone who would be interested, please email us th.blnk.pg@gmail.com. We are also up for collaborations with other sites or blogs towards a...
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SUDDEN
Soaking wet, lying on the cold, wet ground, she knew she’d end up there. Spending her days staring at clocks, wishing for things she didn’t have and regretting things of her past, sleeping only to dream about the life she craved; her fate was so clear. Who knows what triggered it…
Minutes before, she was leaning against the window of her apartment building, sheltered from the...
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to karen dalton
pucker for me, babe: break loose twelve bars fluttering solo thru bent notes and fish-lip pentatonics. i want glissando, the electric meow of sirens, a junkyard angel’s catcall singular as gospel truth. lay your banjo screeching pizzicato into my palm, soften twelve-string ballads with your teeth, malleable like gold leaf. you could make chocolate melt with that syntax, could erect a bonfire...
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{Stage 20} The Last Year and The Way She Looked
change | ch ānj|* noun 1 the act or instance of making or becoming different • the substitution of one thing for another • an alteration or modification — She looked at him with an expression that made him laugh. Not out of entertainment but out of nervousness. They had been living together for seven years now, married for two of those. They met when she was twenty and he twenty-seven. They were...
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Murmuré →
Wonderful tumblog you should check out for Music Monday.
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Blank Page on Flickr →
Be a creator. Join the pool.
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BAREFOOT ON THE BEACH
Barefoot on the beach; a warm breath of dust clings to anaemic ankles of a curtain wall waiting for tired surf to rest under the shade of sunlight— a shovel and bucket coloured red, little boy’s haircut hugging breeze and we laugh at the Sun still wet our toes done up with grains of sand. Shadows of seagulls battling translucent fish, and disregarded aluminum cans. Dirt resting under...
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PHOTO FRIDAY: TONY KATAI
TONY KATAI \fuh-tog-ruh-fer, noun: 1. A seventeen year old photographer from Detroit, MI. 2. Creative photog, SLANG. See also, Life of the party.
Inteview
Any new projects in the work? Heard that you are moving. How’s that coming along and how is that going to affect your photography? well, rite now i’ve been taking a photo a day everyday this year, hopefully it opens up my...
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You know what you should be doing right now?
Spreading the word about Blank Page & submitting more pieces to Blank Page, that’s what: submissions here: th.blnk.pg@gmail.com & http://twitter.com/blankpg
Today is also PHOTO FRIDAY so expect a photography interview to be up soon.
Have a great (PHOTO) Friday Blank Page
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As Certain Dark Things Are To Be
It was now 4:45 A.M. and Peter had been awake for close to an hour. He leaned over the ceramic basin in his bathroom, head slumped, shoulder’s sharply arched, and peered into the vast whiteness of the porcelain bowl. It felt like his face was melting off his skull. He could feel the skin separating from the muscle and the taught knots of sinew untying themselves from the bone. His ...
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CONTACT
We are always looking for new work and submissions to be featured on Blank Page: Short stories, Flash prose, Poetry, Photography, Drawing, Graphic Design Pieces, & Paintings.
Send submissions to: th.blnk.pg@gmail.com
No limitations on the amount of pieces you can submit. We just select a few and put it up on the blog. Only standard is that all art pieces must be 500px or wider. Any...
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The bathroom cabinet is a golden ticket of Wonka-like proportions. The warning labels attempt to ward off those tinkering with danger. He always hears, but never heeds. He’d hate for his good time to be hindered by an autocratical nuisance, so he ignores it. Just another thing to escape from, for awhile anyway.
The fluorescent border of the mirror adds a particularly theatrical aspect....
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