Tag: spring

Here comes the sun

Poetry Month always comes at this time of year: April, when I’m weighed down with school work and coming out of (hopefully) the stark sad of winter.

I must admit, I haven’t been so inspired.

This winter has been long and cold and snow-filled. I think we’ve all taken a beating, you know? Amidst all the funk of below-zero temps and incapacitating snow, my job shifted a bit and granted me more freedom to feel… that loneliness.

I’m not trying to complain here, maybe just reminisce about the winter behind (because I’m only going on and up), but after last year’s loss, I think there is a hole that I still haven’t learned to fill completely.

The good things have been monumental really: poetry readings with amazing friends and colleagues, a lovely partner who supports and understands, selling art and feeling proud for it, connecting with photography, beautiful skies and concrete, all of it. So much of it.

The hope is in the weather breaking, the renewal of life and love and getting something back from the world. Always.

So this note is just to breathe and digest. I hope you are all doing the same. Especially all my local peeps… We’ve earned it after this winter. Be solid. Hang tight. The sun is coming…


Saturday AM Review

I spend my weekend mornings, typically, downing coffee and writing things. More often than not, I’m wishing I were still asleep—unless it’s super sunny. Then I want to eat the world.

Today isn’t very remarkable in the weather sort of way. It’s warm enough to be in boxers and a hoodie. Quite the dynamic. But I do feel like eating the world. Does anyone else ever feel that way? Maybe it was the stressful week—the onslaught of meticulous label-editing (for print!), the half-celebratory/half-disappointing end to the semester, the weight of unproductive socializing…

I’m the type of person that needs to do things to feel accomplished. I have too many hobbies and projects. This last year has been huge for me, though, and I’m thinking I need this carelessness right now. Is that ok? SOMEONE TELL ME IT IS OK. Haha. Still, I’ve been having fun with my friends… just gabbing and being animated and probably smoking too many damn cigarettes.

But summer is almost here. I have big plans for it in terms of my writing and art. My latest project, well two, are sort of absorbing my brain at the moment. My boss has commissioned me to paint abstracts in frames for her house. I have about 8-10 of her empty frames in my livingroom waiting to be filled. I love my boss. She’s way cool. Only a few years older than me, but classy with an admirable sense of style. So yeah… I’m terribly nervous. I need to start painting, though, instead of worrying. She believes in me… that should be enough fuel, right?

My other project is poetry, of course (and avoiding the horrendous, but 11-chapter novel I have written). I haven’t heard back from Finishing Line Press on my last manuscript endeavor, so I’ll chalk it up as a loss. What’s with that? You pay 15 bucks and they can’t even mail/e-mail a rejection? Pfft. Then again, who knows with these crazy spam filters. (;

So what do you do on Saturday/weekend mornings? Do you jump from your bed and run out of the door? Do you clean? Do you go to church? What!?

And has anyone read anything good lately? I need some words.