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December 31, 2013
APRIL 2013
April is National Poetry Month (where poets aim to...
APRIL 2013
April is National Poetry Month (where poets aim to write a poem a day every day for the month of April) and it’s always a delicious month to participate in. NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) becomes an art-party of sorts: everyone is posting a brand new poem each day and your friends offer feedback and it’s like spark plugs for your soul! Because I’m a crazy-person, on top of writing a poem a day, I extra-challenged myself to write about things I don’t normally explore: queer poems and poems not about myself. The challenge proved itself worthwhile because that month I found out I was a finalist for the Write Bloody Open Book Competition and a few of those pieces really helped shape the second manuscript I was casting my spells on.
Apparently I was super-busy writing and reading because this is the only photograph of me from April. Miles took it somewhere in Brooklyn.
December 30, 2013
MARCH 2013
In March I attended the Association of Writers &...
MARCH 2013
In March I attended the Association of Writers & Writing Programs (AWP) in Boston and got to learn a lot of things! I went to see Jeanette Winterson speak, and actually got to HEAR her utter this quote: “If a fascist regime kills a fifteen year old girl for wanting to learn how to read, then they know something about books that we have forgotten.” With inspiration from AWP, I decided to construct my own online poetry course and call it “Poems That Don’t Suck.” On a whim (and in the last few minutes of it being open), I decided to submit to Write Bloody Publishing’s Open Book Contest.
(Here is a photo of Miles & I at AWP with our favorite publisher, Derrick Brown!)
FEBRUARY 2013
It June of 2012 I threw a little shit-fit because...
FEBRUARY 2013
It June of 2012 I threw a little shit-fit because my dad, who lived only 15 minutes away from me for the last decade, up and moved to Florida with my step-mom. In February of 2013 he bought me a ticket and I flew out to visit him. I was to stay a week. In that time, I really got to bond with my dad in a way I hadn’t in years. (Since my parents divorced when I was 12, I never woke up in the same house as my dad. Staying with him in Florida and getting to have breakfast together and hear his sleepy voice in the morning was an odd & cherished treat.) I loved witnessing him interact in his new (55+) environment. It dawned on me that I had never seen my father so happy. He retired from years and years of intense physical labor and was enjoying his retirement in swimming pools, hot tubs, movie theaters, and on the baseball diamond with his “Golden Years” softball league. We spoke and laughed and understood each other in ways we hadn’t since I was a little girl. A night before I was supposed to get on a plane home, I told him I didn’t want to leave. He extended my ticket for another week. In many ways, it took him moving 1,000 miles away for us to get closer. In many ways, I’m glad he did.
JANUARY 2013
Ten days prior to the New Year, I finally returned...
JANUARY 2013
Ten days prior to the New Year, I finally returned home after 100 days on the road by myself, touring with After the Witch Hunt. I had traversed 13,000 miles and spent a lot of time in the company of my own whimsy. When I came home, it was to the childhood home I’d grown up in, living with my mom, brother, uncle, three pets, and a loving partner in the next city. After being so wildly independent, the comfort disturbed me a bit. The steadiness, the calm, all of it was so quiet. When Miles brought up living together in the near future, I shot him down with “maybe in like, four years.”
I’d quit my day job to tour, and when I came home I had to reassess what it meant to live as a full-time-poet without being on the road the whole time. With the new year budding (something I’ve always taken a lot of stock in) I began setting goals, making lists, and biting my nails. My New Year’s Resolution was to “balance.” …Whatever that means.
(The above photograph was taken on December 31, 2012. I think it’s symbolic that I’m alone in this picture. Alone and drinking.)
It's That Time Again
Hello Out There, Riders-of-the-Internet Playground!
For the past FIVE years, around this time, I’ve written a “Retrospective Introspective” or a “Year in Review.” It’s been a super illuminating way to analyze and charter the ways in which I’ve grown and stayed the same.
I am about to embark on my sixth year of doing this. If you search back to previous Decembers you can follow six years of this wild life, sorted by the most powerful moments, memories, and themes of each month.
Want to play along? Here’s what to do. (At the end, you should have twelve new blog posts):
Divide your year up by month.
Choose a photo that best represents what happened that month.
Write up a summary of the major themes, moments, accomplishments or feelings that happened.
Post it.
Tag “year in review” or “retrospective introspective.”
Cry a lot.
Let’s get sentimental!
December 29, 2013
dustinmathisen:
ptgreat:
nickcarragay:
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about...
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
December 27, 2013
"We never stop loving silently those we once loved out loud."
- Marina Abramović (via parkavenuearmory)
December 26, 2013
"I want you. I know I’m a mess but I want you. I want to see you every morning and I wanna make..."
- Marnie, GIRLS.
December 25, 2013
itsserenwrap:
Came home to an awesome Christmas present I...
Came home to an awesome Christmas present I bought myself in the mail. Megan Falley is the loveliest human, so excited to read it! (✿◠‿◠)
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