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