I want to publicly pledge to work on my writing more, and not neglect it as I have been doing recently.
Therefore, I here resolve to take myself to the library or out for coffee at least once a week, and to always have a notebook and a pen with me. Or perhaps I should be [...]
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resolution
Posted in my poetry on August 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
a litany. just so you know where I’m coming from.
Posted in my poetry, tagged activism, beliefs, litany, my poetry, poem, poetry, politics, silence on July 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
sometimes I feel that I have no right to speak, having never been silenced
I have never been beaten with a shaft of metal.
I have never been raped.
I have never had my skin torn open with an explosion of rusted nails.
I have never been splattered by another person’s blood.
I have never pumped my blood into another’s [...]
crow hill
Posted in my poetry, tagged ars poetica, creativity, crow hill, crows, hills, ideas, poetry, writing on May 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Where do ideas for poems come from? For me, it’s almost always something very small. An image, a phrase, a brief moment in a conversation–I call them seeds. It’s when I feel an opening inside my head, a fascination, a connection, the potential for growth. Then I try to save that feeling, to sort of incubate [...]
in town
Posted in my poetry, tagged local, poetry on March 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I wasn’t lying when I said I like it here
in this gritty pretty town.
Sure, many people around
float dangerously close to despair,
flatten all expression from their eyes-
I’ve stood behind them at the grocery store
as they counted out cash
for cigarettes and dog food.
I smiled at the cashier when it came my turn,
paid for my rubber toilet plunger
with [...]
another somewhat Valentine’s post
Posted in my poetry, tagged beverages, poetry, refrigerators, roses, valentine's day on February 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
surprise
every time I open the refrigerator,
there’s a cold red rose there
in a purple wineglass
milk and carbonated water
and that bulb that only lights
when the door’s pulled wide
a floppy raw chicken breast
submerged in salad dressing
marinating on a dark glass shelf
and yet a flower can wait for me
and claim this deep red beauty
with its stem clipped so short
classic car
Posted in my poetry, tagged classic cars, couch, discoveries, matchbox cars, poetry on December 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
toy car
Originally uploaded by yellowlens
S and I were sitting on the couch with the dog, reading our Sally Lockhart books. Then the dog started digging around under the cushion. I looked to see what she was after, and found this little model car. I dusted it off and started taking pictures of it. S said, [...]
knitting poetry
Posted in my poetry, tagged link, poetry on December 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I wanted to put a link here to a post I just added to my craft blog. I posted this item over there because it’s about knitting needles, but I’m linking to it here because it’s a poem, and this is my school blog, and school is writing. Yes. Also, if any [...]
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