I.
Four hundred and fifty eight destinations cross
under glimmering neon signs
and the bass that thumps through your heart
II.
Stumble in.
We'll welcome you
into our bubbly room of swaying walls
and sloppy smiles.
III.
Look out the window.
The night closes in upon us,
slowly,
slowly.
July 16, 2012
July 08, 2012
June press roundup
I'm just catching up with blogging, so I thought I would share some of my interviews and "press clippings" (how fancy does that make me sound!) from the past month.
For the Redmond centennial poetry project, mentioned here, one of our local newspapers (the Redmond Patch) did a feature story! You can check out the full interview (plus a cameo from yours truly) HERE!
The above image is a screenshot of an interview I did in preparation for the Digital Family Summit (see my recap of it here). You can read the full piece right HERE. And, as I mentioned in the last couple of lines...
yes, book #2 is being written as you read this. :)
July 03, 2012
What have I been up to lately?
I realize I've been noticeably quiet for the past few months, and therefore it's necessary for me to check in on what I've been up to. I got involved in a project celebrating Redmond's centennial through poetry, and we worked on writing ekphrastic poetry through April and May. We had our final culminating event on June 9th at SoulFood Books in Redmond, which was a total blast!
I re-started my Twitter page, which I abandoned back in 2009. I also wrapped up my freshman year of high school, and I'm happily enjoying my summer!
One of the first things I did to kick off my summer was catch up on sleep. Almost immediately afterwards, I started packing, and on Thursday we flew out to Philadelphia for Digital Family Summit. It was my first time in Philly, and I absolutely loved my time there! As I previously mentioned, I was a part of a three-person teen panel titled "Growing Up Digital" (the subject matter is pretty self-explanatory, I think!). Being a part of this panel and meeting such an incredible variety of people was such a treat!
after the event with Redmond poet laureate Rebecca Meredith
I re-started my Twitter page, which I abandoned back in 2009. I also wrapped up my freshman year of high school, and I'm happily enjoying my summer!
One of the first things I did to kick off my summer was catch up on sleep. Almost immediately afterwards, I started packing, and on Thursday we flew out to Philadelphia for Digital Family Summit. It was my first time in Philly, and I absolutely loved my time there! As I previously mentioned, I was a part of a three-person teen panel titled "Growing Up Digital" (the subject matter is pretty self-explanatory, I think!). Being a part of this panel and meeting such an incredible variety of people was such a treat!
View from our hotel room
Walking through downtown Philadelphia
Our wonderful panel!
The fabulous Stephanie Schwab (one of 3 hardworking organizers!)
The stage in the gorgeous Sheraton ballroom
June 25, 2012
Digital Family Summit!
I'm so excited to speak at the Digital Family Summit in Philadelphia this weekend! I will be part of a 3-person panel on Saturday, June 30 ("Growing Up Digital"). You can check out the full schedule at www.digitalfamilysummit.com!
May 16, 2012
Collaboration 3
I love doing collaborative poems, and I especially loved doing this with the fabulous Holly of Eating a Tangerine. We wanted to do something less structured than poetry, but still with a flow to it -- something that maybe felt more like a train of thought. Here's our attempt. Enjoy!
May Day:
lights turned to heartbeats in the
night-wide ceiling...
inexplicable dead flower petals on the floor when I wake.
...
breath of a cold memory,
falling across my lips --
& outside, the world slips by:
broken photo frames, shattered laugh,
...
beheading
dead roses and facts, a childish
axe before I park my own
head in some liquid
state
...
the air is cold
but i do not
b r e a t h e
i blush daydrops into the windows
of cars as i pass by:
destruction part deux.
...
wind
and all lean with lowered lids
our faces into
the sun
...
searching for something
else behind light
erasing shadows
from the corners of our eyes
...
late light running along behind the trees,
behind the train's windows.
"I've never ridden this train before dark before."
my fingertips here under your eyes are words. I promise.
(tastes something like soju,)
promise me you'll listen, tired as you are.
...
a story behind this madness.
leave the glitter behind and open the window,
the wind is a free child tangling our hair.
...
evening-deep
in the atlantic -- am I
swallowed by the sea
or wearing it?
...
the neon lights dance,
spreading into a wasteland of
gold and silver.
...
under a canopy of electric
lights and
skirts, reading and rereading,
for the memories my eyelids carry,
A Prayer In Time Of Trouble
May Day:
lights turned to heartbeats in the
night-wide ceiling...
inexplicable dead flower petals on the floor when I wake.
...
breath of a cold memory,
falling across my lips --
& outside, the world slips by:
broken photo frames, shattered laugh,
...
beheading
dead roses and facts, a childish
axe before I park my own
head in some liquid
state
...
the air is cold
but i do not
b r e a t h e
i blush daydrops into the windows
of cars as i pass by:
destruction part deux.
...
wind
and all lean with lowered lids
our faces into
the sun
...
searching for something
else behind light
erasing shadows
from the corners of our eyes
...
late light running along behind the trees,
behind the train's windows.
"I've never ridden this train before dark before."
my fingertips here under your eyes are words. I promise.
(tastes something like soju,)
promise me you'll listen, tired as you are.
...
a story behind this madness.
leave the glitter behind and open the window,
the wind is a free child tangling our hair.
...
evening-deep
in the atlantic -- am I
swallowed by the sea
or wearing it?
...
the neon lights dance,
spreading into a wasteland of
gold and silver.
...
under a canopy of electric
lights and
skirts, reading and rereading,
for the memories my eyelids carry,
A Prayer In Time Of Trouble
April 14, 2012
"Fireflies"
Under the fading peach of the sky,
buildings glimmer
with ochre shadows:
the color of late-night visits to the diner
and sweet, sticky air.
City falling into delirious semi-sleep,
we collect fireflies in our hands
and feel the rustle of wings
against our fragile palms.
The lady in the striped apron
wipes down the counter,
mopping days of grime onto her towel.
Laugh.
Open your hands
and watch dancing lights
fade into fluorescence.
buildings glimmer
with ochre shadows:
the color of late-night visits to the diner
and sweet, sticky air.
City falling into delirious semi-sleep,
we collect fireflies in our hands
and feel the rustle of wings
against our fragile palms.
The lady in the striped apron
wipes down the counter,
mopping days of grime onto her towel.
Laugh.
Open your hands
and watch dancing lights
fade into fluorescence.
April 09, 2012
Just a thought
It's interesting to note how quickly the world moves. Before you can get settled into one thing, you've moved on to the next big craze, and companies crash and burn before you can say "MySpace." I started blogging in 2006, and for the next three or four years, blogs were the main way to get and share information. Now, though, the people I know who used to visit blogs often (including myself) have switched over to Facebook. Social networking is the way to go.
I think this says a lot about how temporary everything is. Every new product gets its 15 minutes of fame (or shame) before fading into the black hole of forgotten fads. Even the things that you think are popular, that you spend your money on, that you waste hours on...who's going to care five years down the road?
I think this says a lot about how temporary everything is. Every new product gets its 15 minutes of fame (or shame) before fading into the black hole of forgotten fads. Even the things that you think are popular, that you spend your money on, that you waste hours on...who's going to care five years down the road?
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