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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Somewhere in between...

Haven't been inspired to write much in awhile. Last semester, writing was a chore; but, for an extra degree, it was worth it.

Summer has passed so quickly! Weeks filled with trivia, my family, my wonderful house--with camping and concerts and bike rides. All sweet. I feel much calmer today than usual--I feel that I can look back over the summer and be okay with the hours spent doing...well...not much of anything, really. It's hard for me to just accept myself without looking for something to feel guilty about. And, since I graduated, that guilt has been about not getting a job.

I still don't have a job. It's almost the middle of August. For most of my adult life, mid-August has meant the saving grace of student grant money would be rolling in--a lifeline after a summer of scraping by. That parachute isn't there this time, and it feels like the ground is approaching quickly. Or, anyway, it has felt that way all summer. But not necessarily today: today, I am sitting in my clean house, listening to music, writing a blog and breathing a little easier.

There's no reason. The world is still spinning outside, making herself busy. But today, rather than make myself feel bad for things I have no control over, I am savoring being in my house, alone. I am not obsessing about the phone not ringing. Maybe I've said Everything is going to be okay in my head so many times that I'm starting to believe.

I'm done feeling guilty. I have so much love in my life--I have so much, so much more than many in this world do. I have a dad who calls me on his lunch break just to say he misses me. I have a fiance who believes in our ability to create the world of our dreams. I have friends who would do anything to know that I am happy. Just thinking about that makes my blood feel like champagne.

This is probably just an optimistic moment: I get those sometimes. But it feels nice. It feels like everything is where it should be, including me. Even without a job.....

yet.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Poem

‘Afterbirth’

Metal birth

The clang of the saw my birth pangs,

contracting sharp cascades of sparks,

threatening the hair on his knuckles.

The man is pressing fleshy fingers

Over silver canals he’s made.

My skeleton frame a cold, dead promise.

In plastic boxes, my joints are steel bolts.

The twist of a wrench:

I can bend, bow, break.

I can wave, walk, waltz.

Now, a daunting task-

life force in electrical wires

requires skill and patience.

He assembles my nerves, and I wait.

I am not alive.

I am nothing yet,

but he sees something of a God in me.

A little God he’s crafting.

Bloggy Bloggerton

This has got to be it for me.

I've had many a blog in my day. Most were collaborations. My latest--"The Snooty Review," is a Tumblr blog. Look, I'm not knocking Tumblr, but I just can't get serious over there. It's more of a cat picture sharing forum than a legitimate writing forum. And that's what I need, and that's what I want to do here.

I am a writer--I graduate in May with a Creative Writing and English Teaching degree from Boise State University. I need to publish. I need what I've written to be read. And here, on my blog, all of that good stuff has arrived, including, but not limited to:

-poetry
-non-fiction, including links to Boise Weekly work I have done
-prose, which means everything else
-recipes (put the chips ON the sandwich)
-odes, laments, and asides
-erotic fiction (He slowly put the chips on her sandwich)
-scathing retorts I thought of post-confrontation
-captions I wrote, which are far superior to those assholes at The Family Circus
-700 different descriptions (meditations?) of the afternoon sunlight in winter
-new works featuring my pen name, "Slow Motion Jones"
-picture of my cats/boyfriend/boyfriend and cats
-songs I wrote about my cats
-plays, including the gripping autobiographical one-woman drama "Don't call me Dee Snyder"

Anyhoo, that's what's in store for you. Buckle the fuck up!