dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…
Category: Poems
Footsteps in the snow
The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being. It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates. You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big…
stillness of an evening
Girl stands on the porch balcony looking over a setting sun. Air’s misty and thick, swirling little clouds that look like something might happen when nighttime comes. Looking out to the world there’s this huge body of water. Still and quiet. Barely a ripple even with tugboats and ferries tracing their way across its glassy…
i, the bear
i was a bear once i walked the earth sniffing and wandered into this place made of wood where people gathered of course no one understood that i was actually a young woman who became a bear could enhabit the bear no one but like two people i came there to scare those people in…
body of ink
lines and lines of words written over my body like geometric tattoos grafted onto skin paintbrush swoops a curve into being ink drips down creating splattery spots center of this domed droplet sinks down into skin you’d think it’d hurt to have sentences words paragraphs written across your chest down your thighs surrounding your ankles …
Another poem/short story/creative thought tangent…
there’s a girl i know she walks the streets at night she travels the world in streetlights wet pavement gravel crunches under foot whispers and flashes always night sky glances it’s the girl you always pass you don’t think to look where she turns where she walks when she walks pay no attention to the…
post-it poem
I’ve been diligently working to *have* inspiration (as if you can really have it, it just comes…), but nada. You know, write these little plays or moments to share. Something new. Anyway, I had some great ideas, but nothing that really grabbed me and was like, “no, we’re not leaving until you wtite us down”. But…
I’m Still Going
Guys, you totally thought that this was going nowhere, but I got you! I have been practicing! Let me update you since my last post: Friday: it was looking grim, but then a wonderful thing happened! I had to wait! Waiting is the perfect time to go through material. While waiting for my mom to…
I’m starting to Build a Practice!!!
Guys, This is hard. Today, I failed yet again! NOOOOO! Well, maybe not completely, but I woke up early then fell asleep and then had 20 minutes before I had to leave. No time to do my 7 i chin ching postures… So, on the way to work I practiced hou tien chi breathing. I…
Wall Collages!
Guys, I really like having magazines on hand because when you’re feeling artsy, or anxious (or both!) you can make some cool collages in a matter of minutes. All you need is: -a gluestick -a bunch of magazines -a scissors -a big sheet of newspaper, or some other type of paper to glue everything onto…
The Dynamics of Groove 