Little Girl Looking in the mirror at what seems unrecognizable, changed, and no longer wilting. For my arms have been injected with ink, skin pricked by needles and poked with metal, a body that has outgrown its former shell yet, it was not out of […]
Year: 2023
“To The Sleepwalkers” Prompt
Dear Over-thinker I have admiration for the way you make a home for hundreds of thoughts that never come to a halt and allow your head to believe them. You hear the words of others while hugging them so tightly to your heart it hurts. […]
Journal #12
My plan moving forward with the artist book consists of two main things. First, I need to get hold of some photographs of me as a child with family/friends/etc. My sister is coming to see me this weekend so I plan to have her bring […]
Journal #11
I felt that my time in the art studio was very beneficial because it solidified my decision in the artist book. Being able to see a demonstration of its construction allowed me to internally debate which would be best for me. What stuck out to […]
Journal #9
The number one take away that stands out to me about this chapter comes in the first few paragraph where the author suggests that there is a crucial difference between reading and speaking poems. This is something I wholeheartedly agree with as a writer, not […]
Journal #8
The biggest takeaway I had from Professor Millers visit was the variations of intricate detail/concept an artist book can take on. Meaning that it doesn’t need to bee the greatest work of art to exist, and that even visually simple artist books are meaningful (if […]
Journal #7
I really enjoyed when Hall talked about how poetry can be a vehicle to communicate and connect with others. For him, it was his wife Jane who has passed on. He felt as if there was a remaining connection between them while addressing his work […]
Journal #6
As I look back at the poems I have so far, the biggest themes I can draw from 3-4 of them is adolescence and family. Most of my poems talk about conversations or experiences I’ve had with my family. Outside of this collection, my other […]
Anniversary Poem Draft
Looking in the mirror at what seems unrecognizable, changed, and no longer masked. For my arms have been injected with ink, skin pricked by needles, filled with metal, yet not out of pain nor punishment, but love. The blind hatred that seeped its way in […]
Free Poem #1-10/3
Seasons and Reasons My father has always told me for every season, there is a reason whether it be human, career, or way of life, there is a reason. The timing of said reason is incalculable neither is the changing of leaves when they bleed […]
