Driving home from MI tonight, I became inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics from her record Folklore . I haven't been inspired to write much in years. I wrote a Haiku yesterday in three minutes and it felt great. Poetry usually isn't my thing, but some of my creative writing students asked if I'd be their advisor for Poetry Club and I am delighted that I agreed! For the first time in nearly six years, I'm writing. Anyway, here is an erasure poem of the song "This is Me Trying" by Taylor Swift. Worth It? I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to k
WOW, I haven't posted in quite some time. For my last class as a grad student, I'm taking a Creative Non-Fiction Class. Here is a draft of the first essay I've written...enjoy my awkwardness :) Clumsy ( awkward in movement or action; without skill or grace ) Lying on my bed, petting my littlest cat Kia, I smell the patchouli wax I’m burning. Ah, relaxation…I swing my leg around and my foot catches a full diet soda can and knocks it to the ground, all over the carpet and my dirty clothes basket. Not again, I thought, why am I so damn clumsy? Then I proceeded to clean it up, put the clothes in the washer, and go about my day. To say I am clumsy is an absolute understatement, as this kind of situation happens to me on a daily, if not more often, basis.