#WeGotOurselvesAKeeper Yeah. That actually happened hahaha. Any writers out there care to share a memorable *blink blink* moment? We’ve all had them. Of all kinds. What’s your (humiliating/brow-raising/infuriating/etc) experience? We all love a good story! #BlinkBlinkWriterMoment BEGINS! Whether you were on the receiving end or you’ve dished it out yourself, I would love to see what kind of hilarity will ensue! Cheers!
“People have a great need to know there are still places on this earth that can be called wilderness. Among the privileged regions of our world where we can still find these hideaways is the place called ‘Oregon.’ Here the theatre of the wilderness is a living presence.” -Paul M. Lewis- I come here to recharge. To replenish that which the world takes from me. I contemplate. I walk. I muse. I find inspiration in the scenery and the town and its people. I read. I write without expectation and it flows with ease. It gives me a sense of…
I’m going away. (Well. For like, 5 days. On vacation. Even though I’m sick. #irony But I’ll be back.) And I’m taking these with me. (In hindsight, I probably will have to ditch 3 or 5 of these due to minimal packing space. But you’d better believe that if I had Mary Fucking Poppin’s purse, I’d bring ’em all, baby.#nobookleftbehind) Which brings me to my question for YOU! If you had to go somewhere and could only bring ONE book with you, what would you choose? (I shall permit 2, for those who struggle, because, let’s be honest, that’s just…
Home sick. Wake up. Cough. Shower. Cough. Groan. Stare at myself in the mirror and sigh because I know it’s going to be a long day. Wallow in self-pity. Walk into the kitchen to make breakfast…and find this waiting for me. #MyLifePoetic In seeing this gesture…I’m (duh) overwhelmed. But I’m also reminded of how quickly we forget that there are people who care for us deeply (I know I’m certainly guilty), especially when we aren’t looking. People who love us without limits or expectations, reminding us that it’s going to be okay. I pray we all see and recognize that kind…
ANNOUNCEMENT! Tonight. 6:00PST/9:00EST. Let’s get it on. That’s right…I’ll be hosting my first (online) #PopUpPoetry event on my Instagram account! This is not a contest. This is where all you lovely people get to toss out any subject to me (via the comment section) and I will type up an original custom poem for you on the spot. All poems will be listed for sale on my Etsy shop. I’m not looking for follows or an ego boost; I’m simply needing some legit practice time because I plan to go out on the streets and do Pop Up Poetry LIVE…
Good evening, everyone! I’d like you to meet Ulrich von Liechtenstein, my World War II field correspondent portable typewriter, a Hermes “Baby” Rocket. He’s half the size of a normal portable, lightweight, and a dream to type on. We’re basically attached at the hip; I take him everywhere with me and he has proven to be a loyal workhorse of prose. [Name inspired by the 13th century German “minnesinger” (a medieval German knight, poet, and singer of Minne, or courtly love) on whom the character in A Knight’s Tale (played by Heath Ledger) was based]. He’s quite the spitfire, yet…
Grueling yet incredible practice round with @eddiecabbage @poetryondemand as I prep for my first #PopUpPoetry #PUP night THIS FRIDAY 11/28 (6 PST/9 EST)!!! I am so excited to have y’all participate and I encourage you to get some juicy and original topics thought up for me to tackle! (Check my previous post announcing PUP for more details. All poetry will be for sale via my Etsy Shop.) See you for Food Coma Friday and Happy Thanksgiving!
*Text of the poem typed below the image for ease of reading.* On finding my voice. It’s not easy making my voice heard as a woman writer. It’s just the cold, hard truth. Which means I just push myself harder to be the best at my craft. No excuses. I play Words like I play Sports; no pain, no gain, and never ever leave your heart on the bench. I encourage you all to be secure in your identity, whether you’re a writer or not, and to chase after your calling, your passions and dreams, without ever holding back. Who are you? What makes you *you*? And what mark do you wish to leave upon the world? Ignore expectations and stereotypes; dig deep and ask yourself the tough questions. It’s enlightening and liberating to take the time to sit and write your own self-declaration of who you are. What will YOUR legacy be?
A last-minute invitation from a dear friend awarded me the chance to attend this year’s annual Boys & Girls Club Civil War Dinner & Auction at the Salem Convention Center this Thursday evening.
Being Civil War-themed, attendees were encouraged to fly their colors to support their favorite Oregon university: University of Oregon with their green and yellow, or Oregon State University with black and orange. Naturally an Oregon Duck, I ran home after work to hurriedly don my loud, bright yellow Oregon volleyball jersey and throw on my running tights before dashing back downtown for the festivities. Surrounded by friends and a hot date on my arm, I waltzed into the Convention Center to see what the hubbub was all about.
“The Eulogy”…a letter to my 14-year-old coonhound puppy to whom I have to say goodbye tomorrow. Not really poetry…but every word is from the very depths of my mourning soul. And I know I’m not the only one to lament and weep over the loss of a beloved dog. (Signed and postdated for tomorrow as well, because I already know I won’t be able to do so after the fact.) This has been the hardest week of my life…I still stand by my belief that it is more difficult to lose a pet than it is to lose a person.…
