Posted by: Becca on: February 7, 2009
While I’m on a memory lane kick…when I was pregnant and finishing up my BA I was taking some night classes and I remember thinking everytime I was driving to school how soon I wouldn’t be able to just go like that, espcecially at night. For some reason, Gorillaz was always on the radio while [...]
Posted by: Becca on: January 20, 2009
I decided two things I am focusing on this year.
One is inspired by a line from a poem I wrote: “stop biting your tongue at all the wrong times/you’re the only one that has to live your life.”
I am a peacemaker. I am a compromiser. I have played that role as long as I can [...]
Posted by: Becca on: January 13, 2009
I wrote this poem,” Debris” and it came back to me today, in a moment I was sitting in my car, and I was thinking this, today, is what “Debris” is about.
I’ve been off all day, making wrong turns in familiar areas, mind clouded and slow, irritated by music ( literally turned the radio on [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 6, 2008
I’m alive,
I’m high
somewhere between the depths and the sky
Posted by: Becca on: September 26, 2008
We are given, throughout life, so many prescriptions, equations, and instruction manuals for how to live life and get what we want out of it. We come to think that this plus this equals that without fail. We develop a false sense of control about our lives and our abilities to control them based on [...]
Posted by: Becca on: July 3, 2008
Excerpts from my “How to get lost”
I watched you cut your teeth on daydreams,
intangibly full to the top,
believer set on fire, set apart
Your altars, your sanctuaries, your fields-
you were never able replace, and in the meantime…
beautiful child, who fed you so much apprehension?
you walked easy, confident
the collective mind rolled from your certainty,
never tainted you this [...]
Posted by: Becca on: July 1, 2008
…And I would walk
past the trees, the barn, the fields,
watch the seasons
come and go
know that so much remained
in the face of a world that changed
I need that thing
that roots me, that connects me
and runs deep
echoes peace and perseverance
holds steady…
This is part of Little Altars which I wrote around this time last year, because I write [...]
Posted by: Becca on: February 9, 2008
I found a poem I wrote in 8th grade. It (along with every other poem I wrote in middle school) was fairly dramatic, but it hit on something, and it reminded me of something. Here’s the main line:
“Why can’t just being me be good enough for everyone?
I remembered that it was this feeling, [...]
Posted by: Becca on: January 26, 2008
I said before that “I think what I love most is when music sounds exactly the way I feel inside. That, is amazing, ethereal.” And it is, but only when you want to feel how you feel, or have at least come to terms with it. Otherwise, music can also be a crawl space [...]
