Here, in the last hour, I have no voice.
Before, I fought out my inadequacies
On this page,
Thorough and gut-spilling self-examination
Well-versed shots at my own heart
But this feels […]
2020 Hour #11: After Alice
I went down the rabbit hole
Following the heroine’s footsteps
But I didn’t need any magic potion
To measure my insignificance.
I settled in nicely at the Hatter […]
2020 Hour #10: Dirty Little Secret
I’m going to tell you a secret-
I don’t mind being locked down during the pandemic
I was made for just this type of isolation
Shaped small enough to fit in th […]
2020 Hour #9 Inertia Haiku
Fear infects my hand
Weakness strangles these small words
Erasing this page.
2020 Hour 8: Emoji Translation
But oh my love, my love, my love!
Will you not leave me be
Oh but for the bleeding to stop
To stem the flow of our unhappiness
You must break us into two
2020 Hour #7: Fistfight
Outside my window, a flag flies at the top of a building
And it plays a violent game of chicken with the wind.
When a breeze turns down my street
It transforms, shedding i […]
2020 Hour 6: Perfect Day
My wrist watch, high on something sassy and chilling out
Using its hands to knit a sweater for the sky
And giving the atomic clock the […]
2020 Hour #5: A Road in Argentina
On an overnight drive
From Mar Del Plata to Buenos Aires
I sat awake, entranced by the night sky;
The ceiling was erupting in massive bursts of light,
Even i […]
#4: Letter to my father
You would not like it here
The world is so far removed from what you remember
That you’d be sad, your head dropped down like I had seen it
Once or twice whe […]
#3: On walks during the pandemic
There is a cemetery across the street
And when this started, I’d walk there for exercise
Before the dead consumed us, these dead stood guard
Perhaps they knew wha […]
#3: Protective Gear
Fear starts the clock
Fear of the unknown
The persistent drag
Of self-awareness, always on the outside
Looking in […]
#1: Late Breaking Misogyny
As a woman, for the most part
I have been a failure.
This judgement, by itself
Evidence of years of self-inflicted terrorism
Against my own sex.
So when you ask me […]
Thank you so much for your thoughts!! This was my 12th and final hour poem and like the title said I was having writer’s block at that point and was getting frustrated and this was the result. I think Ginsberg was 100% correct-the words become your best friend and you cannot lie to them. I didn’t know at the time this was where the muse was going…[Read more]
There is a curve
Through which I know I must pass
There is no straight line ahead of me
And I am lost without an absolute.
I am so inauthentic
Claiming to embrace chaos and the unknown
That’s j […]
” if I am untrue then my words are untrue” literally made me gasp…how many times do we sit at our work and fight to write because we feel like we are lying on the page? I read an interview with Ginsberg in The Paris Review where he talks about how he never lies to his muses – he treats them like his best friend. He said we can lie to every one else but not them. It changed my life as a writer. I write about things I don’t tell because I cannot bear to face them if I lie.
The back end of the piece is equally full of power “Truth atop a razor blade Impaled before finally toppling off its edge” is such a visceral image of how it feels to be/write/live authentically.
Thank you for being so honest about this struggle to be authentic. The end result is beautiful!
Thank you so much for your thoughts!! This was my 12th and final hour poem and like the title said I was having writer’s block at that point and was getting frustrated and this was the result. I think Ginsberg was 100% correct-the words become your best friend and you cannot lie to them. I didn’t know at the time this was where the muse was going to take me but that’s the great mystery of it I suppose!
There are so many powerful lines in this poem that I love:
Because if I am untrue my words are untrue
Truth atop a razor blade.
This whole poem speaks to me.
I know you hate that long white graduation dress
And the white shoes to match
But you’ll never have to wear skirts again if you don’t want to
No more long socks under your uniform […]
Now, I paused at not shaving your legs because I never shaved mine either. And I thought you never know what you really missed. Then the frozen hair! Unexpected and made me picture a head of frozen hair and wonder If it broke off. And be thankful I always wore a big wool scarf over my wet hair after swim team in Detroit winters.
Back in the day
You and I stood in the rain one night
Across from a building on University Place
Stalking your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend
You just wanted a glimpse
Of that bitch.
You of […]
I see it, and long for its extension
The drawing of darkness over light
It gives me cover over my present failures
Inaction and forward motion intersect
And fight over my soul.
In those waning […]
She dreamed again
That she was brave and confident
And alive through her tears.
Then, she quivered
A quake leaving only anxiety and remorse
And anger at her fears.
She cannot speak her own name.
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