How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys… Continue reading Your Writing Voice
Weeks ago, I felt melted by stress. I’d wake up so tired and exhausted, my limbs craving to stay in bed for another 20 minutes, 3 minutes, 2.5 seconds…. I felt powerless and empty, the daily to-do list stacking up like a mountain of bricks on my forehead. All before I even slipped out of the… Continue reading Mastering Stress
Today I chose to tell a truth, even when I heard a voice in my head that said, “Stop. You aren’t smart enough for this. How could you make such big claims?”
“Hold on, honey” he said. Hold on to what you are.
Me and Sarah McMullen, learning by being. Rockport, Mass. August 2015. photo by John McMullen edits and text by Amanda Kimmerly
between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
Instead of assuming that all things in life must be achieved through “hard work,” perhaps we imagine for a moment that the work can be easy, is easy, has always been easy.