Poetry

This poem is about a lot of things. A literal event, with metaphorical interpretations. I like to write in layers: rich, thin, glazed layers on top of each other, with different levels of meaning that can be interpreted many ways. But mostly, this one is about trying to get unstuck.

This poem is about trying to predict the future, and how you probably just have to give up some control.

What did you have for breakfast?
How does the rain make you feel?…

This poem is about how totally separate emotions can feel identical inside your body, and how hard that can be to deal with.

My friend Eileen is an Actual Published Poet and I just received her collection in the mail last week, and it reminded me that I am also technically a published poet!

I fully understand that most people do not care about poetry, yet I still feel compelled to post what I am writing. If you do read this, thank you, I truly do appreciate it. I like sharing myself and my big squishy heart, even if it’s for an extremely small audience. This one is about feeling invisible.

This poem started out as one thing, and it ended up feeling far too raw and personal to share, so I worked really hard to crystallize it into something shorter and hopefully more relatable.

My poetry is nearly always written in first person, but that does not mean that it is always about me. Sometimes it IS about me, or at least a version of me, but not always.