In Tucson.
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Iron John’s
shortpoem
distance
I wrote this while driving to Tucson for a quick vacation (yup–pen, notebook, steering wheel).
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complicated bitch
And by “bitch” I mean amazing, independent, flawed-but-always-trying, over-feeling, over-thinking woman. I’m reclaiming that word.
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sabiduria saguaro
“The desert calls me to renew. Saguaro wisdom.” (photo from Tucson)
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unworthy
Lifelong thought patterns and beliefs about yourself are difficult to change. I’m working on it.
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8th grade
I wish I still had this poem. It was about Sambo from Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
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bad dreams
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happy hour
happy hour. waitin’ for a friend.
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afterward
I could hardly wait to post this one, just wrote it this week. The first couple of lines of the second verse popped into my head while I was trying to sleep. Not sure why I love this one so much, and I feel weird for saying that about my own work…maybe it’s the simplicity, specificity, universality (word?), or the wording…or maybe I just like the memory. I want to ‘come up here’ again.
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limitacion/libertad
“Limitation gives me total focus. Sets me free.”
This is not an original theory/sentiment/practice so I worked it into a Spanish haiku so that there was some original effort on my part, haha. Setting limits is a technique used to stimulate creativity in art of all forms/genres and for me the “limitation” of poetry unleashed my soul, and I constantly set little limits to my writing (like Spanish haikus) to keep things fresh. It also applies to my life in general–freedom paralyzes me; limitation generates action.
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