The 2-1 Punch
Friday, February 21, 2003
Hi everyone!
I made this around a year or so ago (I was 22! Not 21 like the piece makes it seem (I was trying to be catchy with switching the 1-2 punch to be 2-1 punch!)) and have shopped it around a few litmags, but unfortunately it hasn’t been placed anywhere. I still wanted to share it though, as I wrote it in a time in my life when a lot of things were changing and I really felt like I was growing up.
The date is significant because that was the day I was born! I love collaging and wanted to try doing something digital and found this newspaper from the archives. I spent hours cutting out words and stringing them together. Honestly, this was one of my favorite projects to work on and I need to do something like this again!
All of the images and all of the background patterns and such were also pulled from that newspaper.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved making it!
<3
Read it in plain text
9 months later and I still hit snooze,
putting off freedom in favor
of a few xtra days
of being somebody special.
Resistance is older than hope.
Pleas go unheard & I’m expelled.
We spend days nursing
injuries older than humanity,
making resolutions,
transplanting love
in brittle bones
’till I’m released
right on target! to start a dialogue
with my body.
To struggle coming to terms
with my human error.
To realize there’s no hope
for good hope.
I leave
& never look homebound
in pursuit of more.
In pursuit of me.
21 years older, I’m still sleepwalking.
Writer’s Note!
All excerpts pulled from Times Daily on Friday, February 21, 2003.









This is really cool!
this is incredible, i truly loved this so much!! <3