She gathered clothes that did not “fit,” hanging them on one side of my closet.
I took to a bottle of wine.
I feel this is where writing and wardrobing clearly intersect.
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What I Know
Lately, I’m barely writing. The state of the world paralyzes my art. Anything I wish to say, to speak towards, or on behalf of, feels too small, too uninformed. I seek mostly comfort and, what I know for certain is that because I’m able to find and seek comfort, I’m one of the few, the privileged.
Bookmarks – Empowering and Essential Tools
The other day, in a workshop with Sarabande Books, someone shared the story of a librarian discovering a taco in the center of a book.
A taco.
Squished in the pages.
A taco.
To Catch & Contain Oneself or How to Repurpose a Cootie Catcher to Meet Your Emotional Needs When Writing the Difficult Narrative
You only need yourself
Did you forget?
Why Bother Re-Printing Published Work?
Every time a poem is set or read alongside another body of work, including music and visual art, it shifts, altering the way we observe and absorb the words. It transforms how the poem enters the world and our hearts.
Takes Me Years to Complete 30-Day Challenges
Through this gradual absorption, there is an ingraining, a re-blueprinting on a cellular level.
Meta Disabled Me & I Survived
I ended up in my inner rabbit hole instead. I sorted my “why” on social media.
How Remodeling My Kitchen Helped Me Revise My Full-Length Poetry Collection
This type of restructuring transferred to my writing in, well, structure, especially helpful with poetry. Poetry is both a visual and a literary art. The shape and structure and form inform the work as much as word choice and language.
On Being Bedazzled
“Braced and Bedazzled,” holds a time in my life I waded in shame. This essay, every essay, behaves much like a time capsule. I’d returned to undergrad school after leaving a domestic violent marriage. Soon after, my cervical spine gave way—an old injury taking its toll. I had three young sons to care for, withoutContinue reading “On Being Bedazzled”
Me. No More.
Me. Me. December 2008. Me. One month prior to downloading my youngest. Me. One year prior to fleeing my home, three sons in tow, one duffel stuffed with medical supplies and a handful of diapers. Me. Looking un-terrified, flexing, posing. Me. Living in duplicity. This image is not about body-beauty or suface-pretty. This was anContinue reading “Me. No More.”
