Poetry
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Somethin’ to Talk About
What topics do you like to discuss? arts, crafts, creation,good books, new information,living well, motivationhow to avoid inflammationdifferences in a generationculture, modern degradationour feelings, validationvalues, parental obligation travel to a new destination,being yourself, no imitationtaking pause, rest, recreationland, earth, vegetationenvironment,interior decorationthrift-flip, mend, alterationreducing clutter, organization,community participationthat which brings you elation,yours or my latest fixation,who we… Continue reading
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Magnetic Word Poetry & Marriage Struggles
For Christmas, I received a set of magnetic word poetry. This week I took a few minutes out to make a few poems, like this autobiographical one I wrote on Monday: Continue reading
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Suffocation Hazard
I wrote this poem a long time ago. The wounds were too fresh to want to share at the time. It’s easy for me to talk about hard times from the past, once it becomes a story. Once I no longer feel like I need help or I’m drowning or I’m in a place of… Continue reading
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Restless Nights
To my dearest friendAwake under your duvetOne foot out, now inHot, cold, thirsty. Anxious.Maybe the man beside you?Your baby’s fifth birthdayAround the corner, it marksthe year your marriageChanged. You were vulnerableand he went in for the killPostpartum blues? HePainted them navy. Your softUnderbelly: cutStill healing, he harmed elsewhereNo sutures for the heart woundYou do what… Continue reading
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Me Time
Susan is scrollingSitting in her SUVExhaust plumes behindStraw on lips, iced latte sipsJohnny’s at his hobby nowDouble tapped heartConceals the smiling facesFriends she once lovedSeem so happy and fulfilled“When is the last time we spoke?”NotificationSomeone else likes what you sharedYes, Validation Attention or affection?Desperate cravings, fill the voidMeticulouslyscheduled, she does it allShe’s had it allHard… Continue reading
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Cleansing Ritual
Suspended in fluidamniotic wetnessthis oversized 80’s bathtuba just-right wombnose above waterbreath gently ripplingwindow light reflectiontwenty-four bubblesno larger than a dimeunperturbed since creationpoured in this vesselretrograde flowinglesions growingthis diseasethis dis-easenowthis is easein this cocoonthe fire burnslife resurrectsindulgent ingredientsvelvet + silk mouthfulsslowly seep ingently closed lipsrelease dis-easerelinquish easethis oversized 80’s bathtubfits far more than melittle ol’ megallons… Continue reading
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Poem: As Seen on TV
I was dismayed to learn of Bob Saget’s passing. I grew up fatherless and his role as Danny Tanner on Full House was important: it showed single parenthood as “normal” and nothing to be ashamed of. For thirty minute segments, he stepped in as a positive father figure where I had none. This feeling was… Continue reading
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The Epilogue
I am a storyteller, through and throughA childhood defined byLong afternoons spent arounda kitchen tableListeningLearningA bellowing laughBetween sips of sweet teaFaded fast-food mugsIn topographical handsMountains, valleys, creasesa story of their own.Age and wisdomTo have bothA story in itselfReceivingMy own storiesBefore I couldDecodeLines and curvesConnected on a pageBefore I could connectA written story to my ownOnce… Continue reading
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Houston, EX
Late last night, I got back from a nine day visit to my hometown, Houston and birthplace Corpus Christi, Texas. Last time I visited was during the 2017 Houston Half Marathon, and so much has happened within me since. Because this was the first time visiting since I’ve felt settled here in Connecticut, I was… Continue reading
About Me
I’m an artist. Sometimes I paint impressionist townscapes in oils, other times I sketch out what I’d rather be painting in pencil. I design intentional environments in my home, and sometimes I get around to projects that the design consists of. I flip thrifted clothes, or I let ideas pile up like used fabrics overflowing from a box in my basement. This is a metaphor, but also a fact.
I’m a writer. Sometimes that means bad poetry. I often meander in my prose, as I find it hard not to mention every detail, what something reminds me of, and all of the background information you could never want.
I’m an explorer. Sometimes I explore the great outdoors, or other countries. Other times, my nose deep in a book, I’m exploring the universal human experience, nature science, ancient wisdom and impacts of colonialism. Often, I’m exploring my own inner experience through train-of-thought journaling.
I’m restless in my curiosity and consistently creative. To an outsider, it’s clear that leading a creative life involves output: paintings, outfits, decor, a garden. The creative knows that this output requires a frequent stream and synthesis of that input. This blog is the space I use to organize and sort my meandering thoughts and pile of ideas.