A______ I have lived And loved In two bodies A thousand hearts A dozen spirits— But don’t think me old Or worn. I’m only just Beginning.
September 4, 2014 I spent a good portion of the flight from Newark to Stockholm dozing, and I spent the majority of the three hour flight from Portland to Newark doing the same – not anywhere deep enough to achieve the necessary REM for dreams or real rest, but enough to give me the energy […]
E_________H I am building me up Built on words I am— Growing Flourishing Wings soaring Nope. On the ground Nose down Seeking the grindstone That I may build Build myself on words Four long years And more— To never Look back.
August 28, 2014 So I moved to Sweden. I started thinking about studying abroad just over a year ago, during my spring ’13 creative writing class – you know, the one that brought me back to life and all that. Up until that point I’d not thought that studying abroad was something that couldn’t really […]
J___ Do you do not know The story of Medusa A priestess, beautiful Sanctified Bent and battered Cast aside? I’ll tell you the story Of Medusa fair That you’ll remember Her long, beautiful hair— Like you’ll remember Mine Corded as ropes A shell So worthless: The temple of Athena A pitiful protection When the waves […]
Happy news everybody! I’ve been trying to submit my work regularly for the past month or so, when I have the time and energy anyway, and the first one to come through is now live: Weasel Press’s Degenerates Voices for Peace: Domestic Violence Edition featured three of my poems. I join eighteen other poets discussing […]
August 12, 2014 I didn’t really think I was going to write one of these about piercings, but this morning happened. Of the physical changes I’ve made recently I felt like the lip piercing was a relatively minor one yet the reactions from my family unit have been…interesting. For the most part not necessarily negative, […]