Monday, April 5, 2010

My Angsty Teen Poetry

I've been getting a lot of e-mails lately asking what I was like as a teen. What a terrifying question. Mostly, because I remember exactly what I was like & how I felt back then. So the short answer? I was weird. The long answer is more complicated: dark moody volatile wore lots of black, […]

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Songs as Stories

   This morning @BNBooksClubs tweeted this: Songs as Short Stories – What Songs Do You Think Tell a Great Story? It got me thinking. Doesn't every song tell a story? I'm not talking about the story the songwriter is telling… I'm talking about the story YOU hear when you listen to it. The memories, the […]

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

a great poem

– Walt Whitman, handwriting  Sabrina Ward Harrison If you don't know about SWH, you should read this post. This got me thinking. What makes a great poem? Is it the prose, or the feeling you have while reading it. For me, it's the latter. I've filled journals upon journals with poetry since I was a […]

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Monday, April 6, 2009

the solitude of my silent suffering

it's been a while since we waded through the swamps of my tortured teenage mindhere's another one from my younger self try not to suffer through the silence of my solitude…                                                                       1990

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Friday, March 13, 2009

digging in the dirt

I'm waist deep in my old journals now, and three things are clear: 1. I was a little dark. (Maybe more than a little.) 2. I spent way too much time in my head. 3. I should've learned to play the guitar, or dated a guy who played the guitar, so I could write incredibly […]

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