Category: Writing Life
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Oh, hello!
Wow. Has it been a while. I’m feeling rusty even navigating the website. I haven’t been writing. Just working and mom-ing. But I’m getting anxious. Maybe not to write per-say, but create. And I don’t know what to create and that’s making me even more anxious. I see other moms around me who are selling…
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Great with Child
‘Great with Child,’ Beth Ann Fennelly. Sometimes, I’m afraid to really start writing again because my heart has changed so much, feels as Fennelly says ‘endangered’ and I’m still trying to navigate the new terrain. I feel more acutely than I ever have before and I’m a poet, so that’s a hell of a lot…
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Beautiful Boy
Where did he come from?! Sometimes I look at him and see a little boy, the person he will be. His face seems so old in certain light. I mostly see it when he’s sleeping in my arms, when it’s 3am and delirium has cloaked everything. Maybe it’s not so much delirium as it is…
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Scratch
I’m in a weird place right now. I’m afraid of my writing. Not, boo! afraid, I’m just totally avoiding it. It’s been so long since I sat down to edit a poem, to write a poem. I tried today (tried is an overstatement). I wrote one draft and gave up. It’s been nagging me. The…
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5 weeks (ish) to go
I’m going to the doctor every week now. Things are winding down/gearing up all at the same time. The baby’s head is down – at a -1 station which means that … it’s down. haha. It goes from -5 (where the head is above the pelvis to a 5 where the head is basically out…
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Spring cleaning
In the mornings, after I’ve just woken up, my belly is hard and pulsing. The baby likes the right side and curls there until I get up and gravity centers us again. The pulsing feels like a wound, when all the blood rushes to one place in your body and you’d swear your heart was…
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WHATHOWSQUEEEEE!
I have no idea how I was picked to be a part of this, but I’m so so stoked. So honored. So blown away by the company. I can’t wait. Menacing Hedge was the first lit mag to give me a chance (well since high school). The first mag since I decided to really try…
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I guess I was a little bottled up … randoms
Tuesday, I went to see Andrea Gibson at a small gallery in downtown Phoenix. The building was brick painted over white and old i.e. NO AIR CONDITIONING and for the love it’s still over 100 degrees here. Fall FAll FALL fall fall fallllll falllll falfllfalfallfalafallllll if I say the mantra enough will it come? I’m…
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The artist of my own life
I always wanted to be a work of art, a moment captured on canvas, the closing line of a poem that reached so far into a stranger’s gut, pulling it out would instantly kill them. I wanted an artist to see me on the street and know there was something kindred, something recognizable: our gift,…
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Nailed it
Well, I did it. Freaked out the entire day, built the entire thing up in my mind and then at around 5 pm on my way home, I remembered that once (for my last job) I had to go in front of an entire audience on live television with a memorized introduction of a few…