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This past weekend, I submitted a piece of my art to participate in a month-long gallery display here in Rhode Island for the first time …
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The Expressive Arts Institute at Salve Regina University: My Story I moved to NY at the beginning of 2018 because I needed to start over. …
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Hello, my friends! It has been a rather quiet year on the blog so far, but that will be changing hopefully soon. Finding a new …
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On October 30th, 2012, I got the phone call that no one wants to receive: It was from the sister of my dearly beloved …
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Walk the Straight-N-Narrow: A Poem about the Spiritual Abuse of Spiritual Authority Walk the straight-n-narrow, They said, And nothing will go awry. Walk the straight-n-narrow, and …
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Body – A Poem on Body Image/Self Image A four-letter curse Treated like a hearse Hated and excluded No wonder we’re wounded Scorned by humanity …
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For this month, I have a podcast interview (linked below) with Alyssa Hogan–a professional therapist and someone I connected through over email a few months …
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March begins my month of talking about Mental Healing. I thought I’d kick off my writing on the subject by writing a poem about mental …
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The following post is part of the Year of Healing I’m doing on my blog, where I will explore monthly themes on different aspects of …
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Love Growing up, we were taught that love was easy, A simple formula Like 2+2 = 4. Love was just something you did And people …
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Wild-Hearted Song – A Poem on Grief, Suffering, and Strength World, you have tried to beat me down. But my heart is a drum, and …
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For the past month, I’ve been rehearsing a performance piece of one of my most popular poems–“I Will Be Me”, a poem about self image. …
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Creativity means death, for only true art can find breath after killing one’s own agenda and propoganda. The only way to create true art is …
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these are my people the soul-sifters and heart-seekers the wound-healers and light-bringers the love-binders the ones laughing like a child and pondering like a sage …
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I tell stories about you, my friend. “I once had a friend who ____”, or “a friend once said___”, or “once a friend and I …
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Let love be the gravity that pulls the chaos into order. Let love be the light giving sight to the entire system. Let love be the rootedness …
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What is art but the unseen prophetic truths of the soul incarnated in some tangible way? What is art if it doesn’t stir the heart …
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You are born with a wound of darkness inside. It isn’t everything. It doesn’t blot out the light. But it will fester as life throws …
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who was locked in a tower, waiting for her prince to come save her. She waited years …
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the world is so dark today the blackness in people’s hearts seems to blot out even the sun how can we all go on living apathetically …
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creativity is a great adventure you don’t know what could happen you don’t know what dangers you’ll run into but the beautiful thing is watching …
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There is an ache inside for far off places, An ache to understand unusual faces. An ache for beauty, adventure, growing, An ache for wisdom, …
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Sit down, sit still. Close your eyes. And listen. Do you hear the whispers of the wind among the trees? A bird playing games with …
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Buzz buzz buzz phone dictates the chaos of your scheduled-out day Honk honk honk get out of the way I’m going to be late Yes …
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The sadness comes knocking at my door, creeping through the cracks like cold mist, leaving me shivering as it slinks its way inside. An unwelcome visitor, …
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Ten years back, I was falling into my first bout of depression and unexplained sickness. You were a good friend, and you came home from …
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Why do people have to die and leave an unstoppable leak that is never quite remedied and your heart bleeds first loudly like a rushing …
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My soul is no longer in a cage of other’s expectations, definitions, or confinement. I’m riding the wind of freedom, I’m learning to fly. The …
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They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted Because it meant I was uncontrollable. They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted Because it scared them, And they didn’t …
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it is the hardest thing to watch someone you love in destruction mode denying their inner anguish pasting band-aids on bleeding gashes that spread and …
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Show me to walk barefoot in the grass and feel the earth beneath my being. Show me the tales in my friends struggles, and the …
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Beauty’s in the eye of the Beholder. That’s what…someone (?) always says. But it’s still so damn confusing: There are too many Beholders nowadays. Let’s …
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Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip. This is my brain on Lyme’s Disease. About as useless as a leaky faucet in performing it’s basic function. Everything …
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The War Inside My Body There is a war inside my body. My brain explodes with bombshells of pain, the fog of the frontline never …
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Fight for Your Heart When the world crushes you with dream-killing deceit, ripping back the curtains of reality to show you the trickster lurking in …
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Broken & Unbroken There is always a moment when I feel broken and everyone else feels whole. I often wonder, Am I the only one? …
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It’s been a while since I’ve shared a poem on here. So here you go. Owning Our Scars we walk into the world unblemished, but …
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Dry I am shriveling. Drip, drip, drip. There used to be a river of water coursing through my veins. Where did it go? I am …
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Note: See an updated version of this poem, along with a video performance, here. Growing up, I used to have this image. An image society placed …
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The Weight It starts as a sort of hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach And spreads throughout your mind and body. Then it’s …
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In September 2013, I had another really hard breakdown over my friend’s death. It lasted almost the entire month. I was also really struggling with …
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I Feel Bleak I feel bleak. Bleak like a naked branch in the middle of winter’s frost. So bare, so dead-looking, in the middle …
