“Revisionist Histories” is another poem from the Elemental series. Working on this series with its biographical roots has certainly been interesting and revelatory for me. I’ve come to notice a pattern where I find it difficult to stop writing poems about certain lovers or even isolated events, while I have wholly neglected others. I’m sometimes surprised by my own emotional reactions; how I can’t seem to let go of some old (very old) betrayals. How difficult it can be to write about those who meant the most, or that I still look back on with some fondness. Continue reading Prose Poem: Revisionist Histories
This free verse poem falls in Part II of ‘Elemental,’ a poetry series on love, sex and relationships. This one, like many in Part II is dedicated to my husband. As always, I welcome feedback for the final draft. Continue reading Poetry: Improvident Soulmates
This poem is another from ‘Elemental,’ my series in progress on love, sex and relationships. I would really love feedback on this one. It feels… incomplete, but it also feels like I’ve gotten it as far as I can without a little help. Any thoughts on ways to improve this one? I hope I’m only being a bit hard on myself, as I feel like that poetic spark I’ve been riding high so long has dwindled. I know it’ll be back, but it always makes me nervous when it disappears. After dealing with such cognitive impairment for years, I no longer take anything for granted. Continue reading Prose Poem: Beach Girl
Another poem on love, sex and relationships from my series in progress, Elemental. Continue reading Prose Poem: No Charm
A new poem and finally a tentative title for my series in progress on love, sex and relationships! Continue reading Prose Poem: Always What I Wanted
Another from my love, sex and relationships series that I really, really need to name already, don’t I? Though our relationships with some may not last long, they still leave an impression. Continue reading Prose Poem: Radar Blip
Another poem from my love, sex and relationship series. Like “First Girl,” this one has some teeth. Not your typical love poem. Continue reading Prose Poem: Pan, Peter Pan.