This is a poem I’ve been working on (and endlessly tweaking) for the last four months. I can’t seem to get it where I like it, so I thought I would share it here and solicit feedback. Any ideas or thoughts are welcomed. ———————————– Does it ever dawn on you that maybe you’re just faking…
One day, I will waste away small enough to fit in your pocket. You’ll tuck me away, beg me to stay, a paperweight to fit in your pocket. Like clay, molded to play. Finally worthy to fit in your pocket. You’ll lovingly say, “I’ll take you away,” small enough to fit in your pocket. For…
I’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately as both a mental break from writing and a means of stretching other creative muscles. They say in weightlifting that if you train smaller, less noticeable muscles, it helps to support the growth and strength of the larger ones. I’m hoping the same applies to the creative…
I had the unique fortune to visit the Genius Reserve in Winter Park today as part of an evening field trip for my class. While the indigenous and exotic flora were interesting, I’d say the strutting fauna definitely dominated the show. This guy, with his machismo display of feather and pomp, won me over. If…
Recent inspiration results in a lot of new poetry. I’m not sharing the majority of it (yet), but I will try to post a few here and there. Here’s one that I wrote (with a dry erase marker on the bathroom mirror) this morning. It’s unedited and weak, but I don’t plan to revisit it…
An Index of My Failures A I am not able to forget. I am not an artist. I am not an athlete. B I am not beautiful. I am not blossoming. I am not brainy. I am not brave. I am not brawny. C I am not crafty. I am not creative. I am not…
There is so much joy in this world, I see no reason for sadness. There is so much beauty in this world, I see no reason for envy. There is so much peace in this world, I see no reason for anger. There are so many natural wonders, I see no reason to be fake.…
I was in a bad place a few months back and wrote a lot of negative, dark poetry. Since this blog is about optimism, I hesitated to share it publicly, assuming it would be poorly received or, worse yet, discourage some of my readers. After much thought, I opted to start posting the poetry and…
I am happy. Just a new definition of happy. An aware version. An evolved version. A less naive, less opportunistic, version. My mask is gone. I am not the woman I once was. An inspected soul is a vulnerable soul, and I’ve been keeping mine under the microscope lately; It’s bound to be bruised.…
In Spring 2013, I attended a Short Story Writing Workshop through the Urban Rethink Foundation in Orlando. The teacher, Jamie Poissant, was great: attentive, patient, and passionate for his craft. In less than four hours, I took a nine page story (that felt like it needed to be a novel) and trimmed it down to…
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