I’ve been living many lives lately dipping into one only to move onto the next I can be a Vegas party girl one week, a tame and mild Midwestern daughter the next I can scoot…
Browsing Category Poetry
For exactly who I am
There’s something about the peace of writing down my thoughts, shifting words, deleting lines, arranging the language in a way that matches the contours and impressions of my thoughts and feelings, giving them the most…
Summer days
As I walk down the street on this summer day, I’m walking through every other summer day that came before. All of the ones contained within me burst open like that barefooted girl running…
The grace of strangers
There’s a grace to strangers. A voyeuristic sense of wonder that comes from observing people at home in cultures that are new to me, in cities and towns I’m walking for the first time. Everywhere…
On blandness
Do you ever feel so uninspired that good art makes you angry? Impassioned writing pisses you off. A poignant image slices open a well of self-loathing. And yet..you still want to create anyway.. maybe as…