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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

This how my sister and I communicate on Facebook.

Bethany Hagensen

           


             Bethany Duuude. We have 81 likes in common. We're like the same person. Except you liked Glenn Beck, so not really.

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    • Angela LOL, that's funny! Well you like Adam Lambert, so we're even.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Invisible Life, Rachel McKibbens



Jimmy went belly-up in the mason jar
My daughter tapped on the glass with a slightly interested fingernail
I nodded my head
My son ran into the hallway to investigate
"Jimmy is dead!"
He said, in our best deathly duet
My son shrugged his shoulders
"Well, I guess he doesn't get to have a name anymore."
He stood there like a grade-school principle
Staring us down in the hallway
I felt like crying,
"You mean he doesn't get to be Jimmy anymore?"
I asked, because I really didn't know
My son, plump with pity, looked at the jar then me then his sister
then back at the jar,
"I'm sorry, mom, but that's just the way it goes.
When you die, you don't get to be anybody anymore"
And all of my unaccomplishments
wrapped around my skull like a rock fist
"Yes, sir,"
I said and peeled the gold Jimmy suit from the tiny skeleton
and draped it across the palm of my son's hand
"Goodbye, Jimmy." I cried,
my daughter rolled her eyes
"No." said my son, sternly.
"Not Jimmy. You have to say goodbye death,
and then say a prayer for the invisible life"

Rachel McKibbens is a poet and published author from upstate New York. McKibbens is the winner of the 2009 Women of the World Poetry Slam, the mother of five children and teaches creative writing and poetry in hospitals and schools to at-risk teens.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Photo blog!

I started another blog!
Not another blog!
I run around with a camera on hand almost all of the time. I see so many interesting colors and shapes in the my surroundings. In an instant, everything can change and there is an entirely different (but equally interesting, generally) scene to observe. It is usually not that my surroundings changed, it is usually that I moved and I am seeing the same things from an entirely different angle. I love to capture as much as I can, as all of these things fascinate me to no end.
Because of this, I have an obnoxious amount of pictures that need a home. Although I do post them on Facebook from time to time, it doesn't seem like quite the right place to keep putting them.
My plan for this new blog is to be posting some of the pictures I take every day. I have no idea how often I am going to be updating it; I think it is going to be a whenever-I-feel-like-it kind of thing.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Jellyfish, Andrea Gibson



"...Before you become my friend
picnic with my rubble
roadtrip with everyone I left in the dust
do the laundry from the last time I was loaded
how she found my trigger and we woke
with the sheets pulled above our heads
praying the mortician could make us pretty
None of us are pretty
but our ugly has an alibi
and our gorgeous has a baby sister
a sand collection or three harmonicas we keep blowing off
from that flute we carve from our wrists
Put your lips here
Tell me there is music in my blood
then tell me there is more in my light..."

At one point, I am sure that I would not have appreciated this poem. Like most people, I have this thing about feeling uncomfortable.
However, I've come to this idea that art and life are one in the same. Life can be absolutely breathtaking and beautiful; but it also can be arduous, difficult and lonely. I feel that refusing to acknowledge the sadness only pushes it down further, allowing it to multiply beneath our skin.
What I love about this poem is how well she captures the concepts of loneliness, failed intentions and escapism. Although those aren't themes that most people want to be able to relate with; I think most of us can.
 
Andrea Gibson is a poet and activist from Denver, Colorado. She is the author of four books, has self-released four CD's and won numerous awards including the 2008 Women of the World Poetry Slam.