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Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally
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Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally
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.
The No Kings protest today in Dallas had an outstanding turnout. Despite a twisted ankle and a thunderstorm, I’m extremely glad I went. And then Kathryn sang at me for an hour!
This will be the fifth time — at least — that I have seen NIN live, and I do not know how to adequately express how excited I am!
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.
Patience is hard and I kind of suck at it. And today, I’m feeling especially impatient with people.
I write poems to an audience of one,
the only one I ever really wrote for.
I have to write before I forget,
because that’s coming for us all.
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.
I am throwing the word ‘love’ around pretty liberally these days. Life is short, and what kind of friend would I be if I did not tell you how much I appreciate you before it is too late?
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.