Some days it just doesn’t make sense.
Not any of it.
How we threaten with palms tight around unlit matches
And eyes falling in love with gasoline canisters
Without hesitation

We forget that we are forests
We are branch limbed
And wildflower tongued
We are all too willing start something we cannot contain.

Free write Friday!

This week we had a pretty interesting photo as the prompt for FWF, I hope you enjoy my take on it! This is how I’d feel about my wedding dress/day (if I believed in marriage, but that’s a whole different post I suppose).

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I’m supposed to be dainty
And fragile.
Laced bodice
Silk sleeved

Pristine blanched fabric draped across shoulders
That he is appointed to keep weightless
Hugging hips he is…

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FWF! And my 300th post!

#NewPoem #FWF “we threaten with palms tight around unlit matches And eyes falling in love with gasoline canisters”

So I’ve been absent from Free Write Friday for a while now but I’m glad I had a few minutes today to sit down and write! This is also my 300th post oFWF! And my 300th post!n this blog (whoo hoo)! Anyway, the prompt was:

My attempt:

Some days it just doesn’t make sense.
Not any of it.
How we threaten with palms tight around unlit matches
And eyes falling in love with gasoline canisters
Without…

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Something has tried to kill me and failed…

#NewPoem I wrote this at a workshop held by @mobrowne at #WOWPS2014 thought I’d share it :)

Earlier this year I had the privilege of competing in the Women Of the World Poetry Slam (WOWPS) and it was an amazing experience. One of my favorite aspects of that weekend was the workshops held by amazing poets like Gypsy Yo, Denise Jolly and Mahogany Browne. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to make it to all of the workshops, just the ones by the poets I mentioned. The poem I am sharing with you…

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If you’re spending more time talking about writing than actually writing, you may want to reassess your priorities. I’ve seen this happen in writers’ groups, in coffeehouses, in MFA programs, in bars, on Facebook: writers who haven’t yet published anything, or who haven’t published much, talking or twittering about their “writing.” Sometimes, these people are talking or twittering about their writer’s block. Maybe it’s therapeutic to spend so much time talking about it, but I suspect it’s the opposite. I suspect it drives the supposed muse away. Take the time that you’d normally be talking about writing and write. Even if what you’re writing is crap, it’ll be more worth your while than talking about writing, because I believe you can write your way out of crappy writing, but it’s unlikely you’re going to talk your way into good writing.
— John McNally (via writingquotes)

Well, this is something that I certainly need to heed, haha

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