One of my most favorite poets is Ovid. He was born into a prestigious family who expected him to be a lawyer or official. What intrigues me most about him is that he stepped away from all that and write poetry. He was hailed one of the greatest poets of his generation. What’s wild isContinue reading “Ovid’s Writing Life”
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Who, Why, What
To keep heading down the path toward freedom to be heard, I wanted to talk about an important question you need to ask yourself. “Who am I?” One of the most important questions we can ask ourselves as artists. This really is the bedrock of our creations. This is where writing is transformed from mimicryContinue reading “Who, Why, What”
FREEDOM TO GROW
Fact #1 I’m going to share the basic fact about Freedom to grow That everyone should know. Before I knew what Freedom to Grow was and felt like, I was always struggling to break free from oppression. I eventually came to realize that I wasn’t ever going to feel free inside the box I placed myselfContinue reading “FREEDOM TO GROW”
Night Owls Welcome Here
According to Oxford University biologist Kathrine Wulff, “If people are left to their naturally preferred times, they feel much better. They say that they are much more productive. The mental capacity they have is much broader,” says Oxford University biologist Katharina Wulff, who studies chronobiology and sleep. On the other hand, she says, pushing people tooContinue reading “Night Owls Welcome Here”
“Art In My World”
Art is an exchange of ideas. Something I love about art is that its message can evolve and grow as the art is passed down from the creator. When I first began to write, I used to be offended when people misunderstood my work. Then, I came to realize that the evolution of thought isContinue reading ““Art In My World””
Lady Lazarus
Lady Lazarus BY SYLVIA PLATH I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus”
Bubble Bath
Bubble Bath The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top My legs have adjusted but when the rest of me sinks in it burns. In the tub, I’m a lost soul venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts My wordsContinue reading “Bubble Bath”
Love Song
I admire his persistence and oh, how his howling soothes like the thumping inside her womb those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth I admire his persistence how her beats stretch across his howl The night twinkles bare, bare, bare, with dull blood Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut A mightyContinue reading “Love Song”
Gracie at the Siege of Troy
Gracie at the Siege of Troy By: Geoff Blanchett Upon the battered shores of Troy did Gracie arise from the lapping waves. As the armies of Agamemmnon charged the walls, Gracie followed in their wake, the marks of her claws in the sand the only trace of her path, her triangular head split wide inContinue reading “Gracie at the Siege of Troy”
Frayed Ends
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”
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