Ellen Stedfeld
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Perpetually immersed in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments, at live events and @EllesaurArts.com
Community arts in NYC/Queens -- now sketching NY Comic Con, Oct 8-12th 2025
Love participating in challenges to motivate new work!
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Heart Tunes
Sometimes I can't discern the lines that were mine from the tunes that my heart sang along to, and I'm afraid to make a quotable phrase in case it's actually an embedded memory, accidental plagiary, or an invention of my own that's simply far too similar to those that came before, an ignorant sentiment, better solved by an educated mind than parading it as newfound brilliance, yet I still want to write such wisdom in loopy language like the bookmarks I used to collect as a child, or tattoo it on my arm only to wipe it off next week, when I find the next sentiment to try on for size.
By Ellen Stedfeld8 months ago in Poets
Resurrection Muffins
They taste like Easter morning. Even now, imagining them in my head for a moment, I crave to make them. If only my apples in the fridge hadn't gone bad, and does the color matter? Do we even have any flour in the house, and eggs... I can't even get eggs for my usual breakfast while we're in a price hike and shortage. There is an egg in this, right? Oh duh, I can easily confirm that with a glance at the recipe I just dug up. Of course, an egg. That's how baking usually works, isn't it?
By Ellen Stedfeld11 months ago in Feast
The Dinner Party
He held the rumpled box of fruit cake in his trembling hands, and told himself it was only the cold that made him shiver, but he knew in truth it was the nerves. Having gotten himself just a few paces from the entrance, his feet felt like cinderblocks when he thought of taking those last few steps to the door. The warm glow of light from the window spread onto the snow, the muffled sound of voices laughing inside. He didn't deserve this reward.
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a year ago in Families
