“I can’t be a writer as a career.”
-then you won’t
“No one will understand my words.”
-then we won’t
“What the world doesn’t need is another writer!”
-then you won’t be one
Everyone doesn’t wake up with the notion to be a writer. A poet. A playwright. A novelist. But if you did, follow that feeling with a sincere belief there is reasoning behind it and seek it.
Where ever you go, there you are so you might as well be happy.
You are making your winter reads list right? You know, the books to cuddle on the couch with… the books you will be reading during Thanksgiving break…
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It’s a poem if the words can live without you.
If the allegory can make blinding light shine from tombs
breathe them back to – reality.
It’s a poem if,
there are possibilities for similies linking people
from fallen walls to picket signs
drawing scents of lemons
shake hands of farm girls to vegetarians
likening poetry to biblical days
with your comrades
logging different chapters
forcing the community for just one night
directly into the sun
That’s a poem.
from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips
Happy Sunday good people! Here are some words reminding you to be flexible in the face of possible obstacles this week. MAKE IT A GREAT ONE!
Would you allow your children live within the words you create? Responsible art, responsible poetry…
Grab your copy of my collection of poetry/prose “yardwork”
Lyrics make it a song
Bars make it a rap
too long and too loud make it a theatrical monologue
unfortunately open mics don’t teach the difference
Poets make words jump from pages to dance
with whomever / even when they are not there
Poets can make water flow from their feet
for everyone to drink
Poetry makes people responsible
turns dreams prophetic
so discipline your ego and teach.
“The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.” -Toni Morrison
As a young girl, my mother had to chose what utilities she would keep on and which ones she would let go to keep my sister, brother and I fed and clothed. Phone service NEVER made the “stay on” list and gas service was optional during summer months. Cable television was not discussed in my home because we only had two televisions and they were black and white. (yes, color televisions were available and no I won’t tell the year or my age). My escape was reading. The easiest series of books to find in sequential collections at thrift stores at the time were the Laura Ingalls Wilder books. And I read them all! Continue reading a Higher Re-Education Program (Writer’s Edition)