On Poetry

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We are all so polarized, now seems like a fabulous time to argue on behalf of something. There are two types of people in the world: those whom read-write-enjoy poetry and those whom do not. These ‘do nots’ haven’t even mustered disdain; it simply doesn’t exist. My relationship with poetry as a thing to tend to or enjoy has ebb and flowed. I have been under a misconception the bulk of my adult years, believing myself to not care for it. I can’t specify the recent trigger, but a lightbulb switched and I found myself admitting I’d been writing it the bulk of my life. I’ve written songs since I was a teenager. My brain had somehow separated song writing … Read More

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Edible

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I gravitate towards attractive packaging You called out to me Clean and simple, but complex -much to the imagination I read you for the details Are you true to the claims Can this sustain me? -a short fix to satisfy a craving  I open you and little comes forth Weighted by accumulated ingredients What has been taken by all those who wanted you before? I don’t have a taste for that Hold it back. I want to pull you apart I end up spilling things out -here’s your taste of everything  Make a mess of a savoring state  Can I save you, how do I preserve this? I want to feel like I have earned it As if I don’t deserve you now, I try to ration you out Small bites at a time -decadence for my mouth and my mind I cannot handle … Read More

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On Grief

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The long pause has been a solid knot in my throat; the kind that catches your breath to prevent tears from descending. We hold it for as long as we can. I’ve wanted to write and I’ve wanted to wallow. It would be fair to anticipate this post being about losing our sense of identity during mass quarantine; our daily routines upended -then frozen in place, held captive to exist solely within our own thoughts and immediate environments. Sometimes it takes the metaphorical weight of poured concrete just to get us to sit with ourselves and really hear the inner dialogue. Coronavirus, here we are. We’re allowed to swing between short-fused and despondent to excited about ALL I CAN DO … Read More

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On Rejection

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This gem was within a newsletter I received last week. The timing fit. “Rejection is interesting, because it’s one of those emotions that isn’t based on anything factual or true about our self, yet we have all experienced the feeling of being devastated by feelings of rejection. What is the actual experience of rejection, really, though? It is acknowledging a mismatch of energies. Dis-resonance. When two people or things are no longer in alignment, we must go different ways. It’s a neutral fact. No one’s fault. The truth is, when you experience “rejection” someone simply recognized the dis-resonance between you before you did. Someone has to take initiative in that. If they use words that are unskillful, which is often the … Read More

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The In Between

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Well at least this blog hasn’t stopped accumulating spam! The Russians are everywhere, I tell ya. I certainly haven’t been here, so why am I letting it gather dust? Because it’s really hard to loosen the grip of an ideal. We need ideals for our better selves, even if they only become a cudgel, mentally chastising when we don’t live up to them. There’s never anything wrong with wanting to improve, but at some point you put up or shut up. [cue Phoebe Snow’s song Never Letting Go] As I’ve said, journaling – or simply documenting, is no proper writing, other than to build up a tolerance against hand cramps. But the music! Yes, there’s more of that too. If … Read More

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