Poetry month- April 4, 2018

1 missed dose Saline-streaks down my cheeks, unseen, Angry words climbing on top of each others, harsher and louder, clamoring to be heard. Not “I love you” Not “please calm down” only anger breaks through- only rage. The only thing you know. Advertisements

Poetry Month- April 2, 2018

Gooey My brain a mess sloshing about slurping schlooping, expended, exploded. Facts and figures and dates and data all drip from my ears. Exhausted. Words and letters and numbers all swirling dizzyingly around my eyes, Enervated. Done.  

Poetry Month- April 2 2018

Frantic Hurry, rush, don’t slow down Keep going go go go go go drink coffee before it cools finish a thousand tasks –none of which matter –none of which help get it done fast quick now before its too l–

Poetry Month 2018- April 1

It is national poetry month, and as such I am challenging myself to write and share one poem a day. These will be somewhat rushed and entirely unedited, still rough and raw and showing more soul than I usually expose. I hope you enjoy them. The Dress I have a pretty dress, It’s lovely, really….

The Pickle Jar Incident

I could write entire dissertations on why losing the benefits of the Affordable Care Act could absolutely destroy the lives of myself, my family, and many people I know. Instead, I offer to you an amusing recounting of a time before the ACA. A time without insurance. A time when I lost a fight with a…

Suicide, Pixar, and the Holocaust: Writing an A+ Paper on Happiness

It was supposed to be one of the easier essays of the semester; a research paper about happiness, and what it means to me, and the how’s and why’s I’ve developed that opinion. My instructor certainly wasn’t expecting it to send anyone into a depressive existential crisis. Writing about happiness when, well… you don’t have…

Sometimes.

Trigger Warning: Depression, Suicide, and Mental Illness.  I’ve not been on here in a long time. I can’t get myself to check how long; not yet. I’ve made excuses: I’m too busy with school. With family. With my dad- he has cancer, you know. With my Mother- no, nothing new, just her. Fighting with the…

Murphy

I spent three hours today on an application for an online research job. There was a test query that proved to be more difficult than anticipated because of recently changed statistics making it difficult to find accurate numbers. Mind you, part of this three hours was spent helping family members and doing non related tasks,…

If You Give An Artist A Paycheck

This has been on my mind a lot lately. Between trying to get back into freelance work after a several year hiatus, and several friends running into the issue of people literally telling them they should give away their work for free I’ve come to the conclusion that there has to be some sort of serious misconception…

The Goblin Market

There was a vibrant energy in the air as we waited within the appetent throng, tucked safely into a corner. Everyone was eager, excited, curious. Perhaps some just a little apprehensive as they clutched their tickets not knowing just what they were gaining entry to. We watched as the- were they gatekeepers? Merchants?- bustled about with…

Learning Lyra! 2,3,&4/365

I’ve always loved circus arts. I’ve dabbled in aerial silks and spitting fire, I’ve played with hoops and poi, and I’m bound and determined to try stilts some day. So when my sister told me she was now an instructor at Body By Resilience of course I had to go!  She teaches aerial silks, beginner circus pole,…

A-Kon Adventures

Over week later and I am still reeling from my adventure to A-Kon. It came without warning. With less than a week to prepare my wonderful and amazing Azza calls to tell me there is extra hotel space and I simply must come. I argued at first. I still need to find a summer job,…