THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE…Of Poetry and Pain…struggling to find the words. I am a writer, and these days I have been silent. I have turned off FB, TV, even my phone for the most part and have been engulfed by a feeling of not being able to speak.  Instead, I listen. I wait. I am trying very hard to learn from this aching silence, and to go where the stories have been unable to speak.I take the title of my latest blog post from an effective short film by the young Gemikia Henderson, produced at the RYSE Center in Richmond, California: ...more

blank pages are safe...(poem)

I deal with some serious social anxiety at times and this is something I wrote about the anxiety of welcoming or keeping new things/people in your life....more

Poetry Keeps Knocking

When I was a kid I was sure I was going to be a poet. Or a bus driver. Or an FBI agent. Or a stewardess. Some of those ambitions faded away and others were squelched by reality.Whenever I take one of those right brain/left brain test I always come out in the middle. Half my brain is scientific and half is artistic....more

Finding Inspiration

Taken from mywordpress blog 13/08/16  I have two ‘go-to’ ways of working, but I find the easiest and most relaxed to be working from a photograph. By working this way you don’t have to worry about changes in light, or changes in position, and are free to re-visit your piece at a pace to suit you....more

You

YouI have known you all my life Though we have never metFrom my first fears as a young girlYou were my fierce protectorWhen I faced another lonely weekendWhile others kept each other warmYour words caressed my dreamsAnd softened the cutting cold...more

Free Spirit

 She wriggled her hands andwiggled her feet. She writhed her body and  fought her restraints. She loosened her maskand her chains. And she cried her heart out. ‘She’s a rebel. She’s insane.’ Think what you may.But, she is no more to be tamed....more

Master Gardener

Words have a way of filling us up when we need it the most. Sometimes they cannot leave our mouths but only come pouring out through our pens. Reading good poetry pierces the depths of my soul the same way a good gospel song sends chills down my spine in church on a Sunday morning. Beyonce's Lemonade has reignited my craving for good poetry. Poetry that speaks of Blackness, womanhood, love, life, heartache, and loss. Poetry that evokes tears, joy, fury, passion, and gives hope. I am grateful to personally know some really good poets. ...more

A very short poem on Earth Day 2016

Earth Day  - Grateful thanks for what the Earth is. We Live and Love and Laugh.Sink, Swim and Sail.Rock up, Reel and Revel.We Cry, Climb and Creep.Take tools and Reap.We Thrive and Thrust,We Come and GoAnd turn to Dust.We Take our RestLaying lightly on your Generous Breast.Thank you. ...more

Maybe It's Time to Steal from the Poets

I was seduced by poetry at a young age, and it became a true north star for me during my adolescence. I think I learned how to write from falling in love with poetry. I’m a full-time advertising copywriter for Resource Ammirati, an IBM company, and I've blogged and written for magazines for the last decade. But mostly I am a poet.It took me a long time to say that and not laugh. I'm not an academic poet. I'm more of the Bukowski of the minivan crowd. I'm the everywoman poet of Columbus, Ohio....more
Thanks! I enjoyed your attitude and your poems.more

The Artist's Soul

The Artist’s Soul Maria De La Cueva The artist’s soul remembersfrom whence it camelong after its ancestors are gone.This ancient soul now incarnateImpregnates and germinates within,totally unbeknownst to the artist.Hands upon earthclay transforms to womband brings the Ancient’s Spirit to life.Once again a long forgotten culture...more
I love this poem.  It is brilliant and resonates with deep truths!more
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