July 8, 2026

writing has always been how i
come to terms with my emotions

even before i wrote poetry every morning
i would analyze things through personal essay

and even before i was intrigued by a writing major
i was writing-creating things
constantly:

scenes
lists of characters
concepts
a single piece of dialogue
just a whole bunch of names i loved

while those might not be the
standard journal-to-figure-out-ones-feelings kind of writings
i think they were my way of figuring things out
in my brain — lists to organize the chaos
constantly thinking in theatre
ideas upon ideas upon ideas

maybe that’s what i should do as a writing challenge;
find one of the concepts i created as a child
and see how far i get in the process of fully committing to it
and creating it
and making it come to life as a fully fleshed-out piece
[whatever kind of writing that may be]
as an adult…

that could be fun…!

April 3, 2026

the internet is absolutely packed
with everything

with hatred and inspiration and foolishness and memes
and i saw
once
a piece of advice that said
[approximately]

“don’t stop writing, you’re in the middle of creating
someones favorite book.
don’t
stop
now!”

and i think about that
from time to time

because we never know what we’ll end up being
to someone else

and, though i can’t imagine my writing
being someone’s absolute favorite, i can see it
impacting
in a way i didn’t imagine

and for that reason

i suppose

i’ll keep going.

March 6, 2026

got lost in my own story
the other day

invigorated and interested
and utterly captivated
[at least within that first section]

there were issues with the next
that’s true

but tiny edits only needed
in the top which
needed few

and i just wanted to learn/read
more

that was cool

that was cool

November 24, 2025

constantly feeling on a precipice

of the world burning

of my own superstardom

of our own government disintegrating

of my writing something inviting and entrancing
to my own
senses

but i think,
at least for my own cliffs’ edges,
i cannot wait for the feeling of falling —
i need to just
jump

August 6, 2025

still on the high from the retreat

trying to connect with my own creative vibe
outside of all the wonderful folks
i got to know
over three long/short days

i think [my] lesson of the retreat is:
everyone has such different methods of storytelling
and modes of writing
and even within one person there are
worlds and citizens and characters and genres
and everyone listening is so, so supportive

i think i may be able to bring something
next year

[better start writing/planning
now!]

[and that is the first time that has felt exciting
and daunting
rather than daunting and a laborious struggle]

October 23, 2021

will i ever find my own voice
my pattern of poetry
my own way of writing
a style all my own
in this poem-a-day-venture?

do i even want to?

i want to find my own style
while drawing
because right now my “style” is simply
me not really knowing what i’m doing
and trying things out
and fading limbs when they err too close to the hands
and to the feet…

but i generally know what i’m doing
with writing
(or at least i was formally trained
for a time)
(though that doesn’t necessarily mean
anything
at all)

a style in visual art
to me
would mean
i’ve achieved choices
and a way to be recognized
and a general idea of what i’m doing
(and doing it with purpose)

but a style
in poetry
to me
would mean
pigeon-holing me
into one particular mode of voice
and this cacophony of styles
i suppose
is my choice
(and i guess,
at least right now
i do with a semblance
of purpose)