Drawing Excerpt.

Drawing Excerpt.

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8 years ago

Sorry for the little hiatus. I was at a cabin. I am no longer at said cabin. 

8 years ago
Drawing Excerpt.

drawing excerpt.

9 years ago
Weird Art Time Sorry. 

Weird art time sorry. 


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8 years ago
The Kiss - C. Essington   (After Gustav Klimt) 

The Kiss - c. essington   (After Gustav Klimt) 

               someone spent too much time on something. 

9 years ago
Sweet-Talked 

Sweet-Talked 

This is mainly about glorifying one’s own internal circumstances so they come across as tolerable instead of possibly taxing. 

(I know this is a writing blog, I will stop posting just art sooooon, thanks for dealing with me)

This is a finished version of a piece I posted earlier. 

               - C. Essington 


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10 years ago
I Really Like The Thought That They're Still Out There Fishing In 1928.

I really like the thought that they're still out there fishing in 1928.

For any newcomers, these are a few more photos of my great grandfather Axel's fishing trip out west. 


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2 years ago

Hi! Back! Moving over from Twitter. Here’s a recent short story; more to come.

This is about wishing you could eat paint and other things you shouldn’t want.

Colours for a Night
The Oxonian Review
‘You will not get drunk on the long-sober traces of wine that exist inside her skin, you won’t. It is very easy not to ingest these images.
9 years ago

Is there one particular experience that you draw on in your writing?

There’s no one singular experience, no. It’s usually a mash of a lot of things and they vary a lot depending on what I’m trying to say. Like a potato, a mashed potato of feelings and thoughts. With butter. I write potatoes, end transcript. 

Please feel free to send in any more college/ kenyon/ writing/ publishing questions! I have a lot of time today.


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9 years ago

in a bite of lamplight, he stands up to say I love you. he says it slow so he can feel it in his mouth, rolling like a marble with no glass to put its body in. no one is there to take it, but it is still true. It is snow falling, looking for concrete. 

              - c. essington


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8 years ago

kayaking in the winter           means you’re confident or lonely

running uphill until everything, including your name, hurts          means that there is something in your body which          you’ve missed missing.

writing codes in plain english out of words that          symbolize nothing but themselves          means you’ve taken up poetry again          and should stop or get a kayak by this time, next december.

- c. essington


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Claire Oleson

Queer Writer, Repd by Janklow & Nesbit, 2020 Center for Fiction Fellow, Brooklyn

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