And I must say that for me, its both productive and meditative. I have tried coloring mandalas (which I enjoy, but don't do enough to make a notable difference). I have fought a pretty constant struggle with self-discipline, financial responsibility, and self motivation in all areas of life. A lot of these issues stem from a journey to… Continue reading So I’ve Been Bullet Journaling…
Most editors are happy to answer questions regarding submissions. If a lit mag seems like a good fit for your work and it happens to be a collaboration, found poem, or other more nontraditional form, contact them via email or on other social media to ask if they are open to such forms. If you […]… Continue reading 25 Magazines accepting nontraditional poetry and creative writing
After writing about LOML, I feel kind of melancholy realizing I'm capable of the love I was given by him in my own way, but unable to express it to the one person most deserving of receiving that from me. I know now that my expectations of this person being "the one" create the feeling… Continue reading Worthiness & Purpose Pursuit
Taken for granted, for silly, for surface, I recall old lessons hard learned and their determined resurgence nevermind depth or the sea of tears secretly wept simultaneously. We; me, he, and she profusely professing in silence and salt the truth of hearts hardened and healing halted. Drip drop stains on cheek bones we try so… Continue reading S.O.C. 9/13/17
There have been many epiphanies lately in light of my reflection on self sabotage, participation in essentially dissatisfying connections, and hesitancy when it comes to wholeheartedly pursuing my passions. I realize that a lot of these issues and behaviors are from a toxic and internalized belief that was re-iterated to me often as a child… Continue reading Wake up! Your gift is calling…
I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold... Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
There's never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won't hear them.