Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

Floundering Through It

I flounder through this life of mine. I’d say, “I’ve lived haphazardly,” but I don’t mean “aimlessly.” I have always had an aim: poetry, writing, art. Yet, here I am, going gray and still trying to get “there.” I haven’t … Continue reading

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Crazy Poets

When I was a freshman in high school, a thousand years ago, I was walking home after school with my sister, who was a sophomore, and a friend of ours, who was my age. Marina (not her real name) was … Continue reading

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Bukowski, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Plath

I might be closing up this experimental blog soon. I’m growing bored with it. I didn’t know how to work WP when I first got here, learned as I went along. Still don’t understand everything, but I got the basics … Continue reading

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(About) Poetry and Me

I used to think Emily Dickinson lived a beautiful life, shut away in her room, writing poetry, secluded, solitary, reclusive. As a teenager, I thought, What a great way to live! For most my life I believed that. I envied … Continue reading

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New Bag for an Old Bag

I’m an old bag now. Ain’t no spring chicken. Chronologically speaking. But as far as I’m concerned, my life is just starting. I feel great. I’m excited. I’m happy. I’ve sacrificed. I’ve suffered. I’ve struggled. I’ve worried. I’ve panicked. I … Continue reading

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Re-dreaming my Dream (plus a new poem)

My son tells me that Darren, Mr. Cool Cat, as I think of him, is moving to New York. I’m excited and happy for him. I felt a little jealous. Just a teeny bit. Just for a teeny moment. For … Continue reading

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This Blog

Why this blog? Well, I am here to bleed, fume, whine, think out loud, entertain myself, tell stories, and/or sometimes share one of my poems. I’m nobody, just a poet, a woman who loves literature and writing, art and painting. … Continue reading

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