It’s Finals Week and between my huge assignments and work, I’m exhausted. WORN OUT Creeping, itching tick tick tick, side of the face. I break off, a bone, a word to string together more bones more words for an essay, easy, no ese! essay…stuck drinking coffee, want to drink some beer. Tired and distraught,…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #7 (Dark Storm)
The weather’s pretty gloomy outside, my favorite kind of weather. Raining and grey clouds all day hahahaha. This is a rough piece directed to those that may not love the rain as much as I do. The rain that covers the roads, the pavement, the house with electric green grass where you sit inside…
Free Hand #6
It is a beautiful day today. This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. Deals with sight, ignorance and acceptance. I will probably post a revision of this poem in the next couple of days. Sun crystallizes, rays break into glass, sharp enough to cut. your eyes glitter, always shining, reflecting…
Freehand Poem #5
The sun is out and glistens. The tree bends under breeze. The electric blue sky holds more than my mind. Ramblings; words that mean nothing in the static, nothing in the sky. Birds are only specks way up high, moving like fish against the blue. An eye that opens to see the edge before it…
Launch Party for The Canticle: Publication of My Poem
Today I attended the Launch Party for the University of Utah’s Literary Journal The Canticle. I read my poem, ‘Ready to Eat’, and enjoyed listening to the other contributors readings. I want to thank the Head Editor, Sally G., for putting together and publishing this years journal as well as my boyfriend, Dallas, who took…