So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Tag Archives: self
Watching the Clock
Love is a drug that just keeps on giving despite its worth, commercialized side effects how to handle a man one on one a manual I was never given– where is it? The time I found the nail and all I wanted was a hammar to put me back in my place I foundContinue reading “Watching the Clock”
Some Short Narratives
Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings! I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”: I. Our “real” selvesContinue reading “Some Short Narratives”
City Living
We live here, apartment three floor four– it’s confusing, I know. … Burgundy molding pinches the outside of my window, a gentle beauty I did not expect to find on my side of New York City. … The big picture is always on my mind; and yet I so rarely see it. … I canContinue reading “City Living”
Darkness
My friend once said, “The scariest thing is looking at a mirror in the dark.” She got me thinking– do I think that is scary? Do you? I glance down a narrow hallway, midnight light etching out the shadow of a moon on the back wall, and wonder why, so often, our reflections scare usContinue reading “Darkness”
Surrender
When I was younger my doubt came in the form of a size 4 black and white soccer ball “Can I win, can I beat the player these coaches have formed inside of my head?” I wrote and I wrote and finally I forgave I created a new reality of real-life-results and they stuck. TodayContinue reading “Surrender”
Stories
They flow out our mouths fill up our memories fill ourselves And yet our selves are not what stories should inhabit. Our identity is not what has happened to us, what is happening, what will happen– it is, simply, what is. Your identity is not your life story; it is your life. The fact thatContinue reading “Stories”
Ego..
How hard it is to live with Ego. . Now that I’ve not only see his face I’ve heard his voice I’ve listened to his song– he doesn’t need to sing any longer. . And yet how do I tell the stomach below me to stop clenching like a fist as my sister is hitContinue reading “Ego..”
Quiet
I want to revel in my introversion forever, I want my quiet nature and simple heart beat to spread itself in the wind, tracing my toes and sweeping my hair back and forth. I need not be ashamed that my peoples’ place in history is rarely one of the well known, public speaker– ironically weContinue reading “Quiet”
thoughts after the party
who says I have to follow him around, chase a boy that didn’t see me in the first place? … be brave in the moment, yes, but no woman should have to go chasing after a man, force the queen that she is into his face and push “forever.” … I walk away, stare atContinue reading “thoughts after the party”
Reaching Joy 