Planet Sideways

I have been feeling visually inspired lately, which is new for me. And I've got to say, I'm really enjoying it. I love the physicality of collage work and the attention to detail it requires. In some ways, it feels almost like an extension of my poetry, or its compliment. But more importantly, I think, [...]

Tree of Babel

This quarantine has got me creating rather feverishly, and that includes returning to projects I haven't visited in a long time. Some of you may remember my first experiment with collage art back in August, which resulted in Very High Cosmos (and consequently, kickstarted my creativity after a rather long and arduous dry spell). Among the clippings [...]

On Fantasy

I’ve always been a daydreamer. In school, I was a quiet, bookish girl who spent much of her time staring out the window, doodling, or scribbling fragments of poems and short stories in a secret notebook. (How many other young writers kept secret notebooks—the ones you covertly slipped into your real notebook, so you could [...]

On Creative Limits

I haven’t experimented with collage work in awhile. Now that I am writing poetry rather comfortably and adventurously again, the urge to tinker with visual media has substantially diminished. Though not disappeared. I’ve got a stack of magazines and a folder full of clippings and other trinkets ready next time the mood strikes.  What I [...]

Very High Cosmos

For the past few weeks, I've seriously curtailed my creative activity. Two of my last poems, Red Sailboat and Slo Shook, for me, represented a struggle. In my eyes, they lacked magic, passion, excitement. All the little ecstasies of spontaneous creation. Which I thought I might find again by doing something new and experimental with [...]

Supernova

This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/9/19 Spent most of the day working on a poem that hasn’t fully formed yet. Best thing that happened today: I acquired The Legendary Christine Perfect Album (1970) for my vinyl collection. Post-Chicken Shack, pre-Fleetwood Mac Christine McVie. Gritty, bluesy, fun listening. Finished Huxley’s The [...]