The Birds are Calling

How did I put myself in this position ? Why did I allow others to influence the way I feel, the way I carry myself ? I know the hardships in life make you stronger and that by mere positivity effect, later become beautiful events of the past. However, I cannot help myself from wondering…

At the Landing / an interview with poet Jessica Goodfellow

Originally posted on Bekah Steimel:
At the Landing by Jessica Goodfellow First published by FIVE:2:ONE Magazine 2018. Jessica Goodfellow’s books are Whiteout, Mendeleev’s Mandala, and The Insomniac’s Weather Report. She was a writer-in-residence at Denali National Park and Preserve. Her work has appeared in Threepenny Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Awl, The Southern Review, Motionpoems,…

Resin

💞 Fallen Angel On the Run These wasted moments I carry them with me with so much regret Ties Twist tied to the past What remains leaving a film I try to rinse away A guilty web of poison Weaving its disease The most distasteful resin A pristinely beautiful secret That I just can’t touch… Read More Resin

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 10

Originally posted on Grace Unleashed:
Week10 ~ Recovering a Sense of Self-Protection I did my Morning Pages daily. Still have not taken the time to read (decipher) them. Resistance? Probably. I’m surprised at how much I still resist the process of writing them. Doubts and boredom and irritation crop up regularly and I have been…

Division revision- poem by Issa

Originally posted on Issa A. Dioume:
Sometimes the water flows Sometimes the water stills Stilling my hopes in crypts Sometimes it rains on my face Sometimes sun radiates off of it Burning men like cigarettes Sometimes I care. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I share. Sometimes I won’t. Blue birds fly unseen in the sky. Only…

Today’s Inspiration

Originally posted on The Forgotten Muse:
(image found on Google/StoryDam. created by M. Dragonwillow) This is another quote that I keep near by.  This one is written on an index card and pinned on my bulletin board.  The first time I read this, it hit me hard. Yet here I sit, still not doing the…