Ha! Amateur mistake. I noticed that the editor of the magazine is still the same person. Part of me wondered if I should clarify who I am now since they keep a record of submissions / acceptances / rejections with notes like, “We regret to inform you we cannot publish this poem because of its appearance on another platform.”
i don’t write in here because life is busy and i crave the quiet. a solid excuse, as excuses go. but, with Toni Morrison passing and America in an all-out spiritual civil war, I must. Toni said, “It has to be both: beautiful & political at the same time. I’m not interested in art that is… Continue reading A Call to Art: Is Art Enough to Save Us?
Any astrology buffs in here? I was experiencing a couple of emotionally frustrating days, so I decided to check out some things in The Stars. Mercury turned direct again, but it’s still in a shadow period where its energies are kind of clicking back into gear, sometimes with a few scary screeches. An article I… Continue reading 29th Degree in Astrology + Saturn Return
Fires all around in Southern California. My thought was, “Wow, we don’t even need the threat of nuclear devastation — we have these fires!” But, that isn’t right-minded either. I am doing my best to practice forgiveness in this moment, remembering that all I see outside of me is an effect, not a cause. My… Continue reading How to Think About Fire
12 days until I get married, and I’m crying like there’s been a death. I guess there has been — a month ago, a close friend: the mother of two people I care about so deeply, who feel like family from another life. Many lives. It’s all tied together — the joy of creating the new with the… Continue reading confessions from an almost-married woman.
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 with… 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
The most radical thing we can do is love one another despite our differences.
You sift through one called “Future” and find a thousand other eyes shaped and colored like Miranda’s.
What did you do to pass the time? She said, checking her watch. Digital. Big. A thick gold cuff around her wrist that made her bones look even smaller.