The Year Mark

This transitional period of time, between apartments. Where you’re living out of a bag of clothing, all of your stuff packed away, curtains stripped from the windows, movers scheduled for Sunday. It feels like you’re living in a home that is no longer yours. You’re an illegal squatter. An odd, odd limbo. Why does moving …

I Almost Believed Her

I had a startling experience this holiday. A grown woman, a good 20-25 years older than I, decided that it would motivate me to return to my religion by calling me a loser (complete with a sad head shake and disappointed expression). Tough love, possibly? I found it appalling, and I was shocked into silence …

Letting Go of the Wall

I had a crazy moment the other day. Well, it’s been a seemingly endless string of crazy moments, building up on one another to create this precarious tower that shook and rattled until it came crashing down – that’s what anxiety attacks feel like. You know exactly what’s happening, when it springs up on you. …

Echo

I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully …

Transitions II

Is this your twenties? Uncertainty lies in every direction while each day lasts a week, and each week lasts a minute. Is it Thursday already? Days pass filled with french presses and side projects for friends while you write songs about banana peels and laugh as you catch up with across-the-country old memories. Is it …

Not Sure Why I Wrote “Jackals”

I’ve started to realize that I’m not good at writing just for the sake of writing. Every “expert” has told me that in order to become a truly great writer, you have to practice every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad, they say, as long as you have created something on paper or write it on your (fancy shmancy) laptop. "Create, create, create!” the jackals say!

A Quick Break

I would like to take a break from poetry momentarily and talk about what's on my mind. Of course, that's a dangerous thing, because everything is always on my mind, rushing through and then I'm trying desperately to grab something to anchor me before it swings past. Anyway. I've been thinking a lot about anger …

Existentially Crisising

Where to begin? What could I blog about, what would interest current and new readers...how bout a good ol' existential crisis? Woop! Being raised within a religious environment has its perks. Structure, moral teachings, respectful values, etc. (Just so y'all are clear on this, I'm not bashing religion in any way, simply expressing my own …

Transitioning

So I’m sort of growing up a little. Not too much, but moving toward that process of becoming sort of possibly maybe independent? That is, leaving my parents’ home. This is super weird and both scary and thrilling. I’ve been keeping all these stressors on the back burner and writing angsty poetry instead, and letting …

Expansion

I love meeting people who make me think. It doesn't necessarily have to be a deep provocation into mental realms previously unexplored. Even a new thought, or an old thought reinvented or refurbished for a radical opinion projected towards me, just to see my reaction (while that is annoying on the surface, why should it be? …