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Some Poems & Some Updates!

Hey, guys! It’s been a super busy week with a lot going on! So I thought I’d do a little post to update you on what’s happening and I figured I’d also throw a few poems in here for ya as well. Enjoy! 🙂

First Things First…

The Etsy Store!

Many of you may remember last week I finally launched my Etsy store, Kat’s Curious Boutique! In addition to everything available when the store opened, I’ve also got some new paintings up for you to take a look at and buy if you’re so inclined. I’ve included a couple of the new ones below and will be adding some more later this evening. So pop on over there if you’re looking to spruce up your desk or wall with something spacey and/or magical!

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Next We Have…

The Podcast!

I’ve also now got my podcast up and running! It’s called Tales From the Other Side and each week, I’ll have a new episode where I read or tell you a spooky story (mostly ghost stories, but sometimes not). The first episode features Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat,” a story similar to “The Tell-Tale Heart” in its exploration of guilt and the psyche. Give it a listen and let me know what you think!

And Now That That’s Out of the Way…

The Poems!

As I mentioned the other week, I’m planning on getting together a book of poems to submit for publication somewhere before the end of the year. Here are a few rough drafts I’ve been working on and, as before, if you’re experienced with workshopping poetry, I welcome any constructive criticism you may have!

Full Tank 

in knowing how stupid we are
self-deprecation seems dull

i’ve got a full tank
and miles of open highway
but i’m tethered to
fear of the unknown

they say
it’s better to cross a line
than to stare at it the rest of your life

and even if he leaves you in las vegas
with no money and a broken axel
in the end it’s all worth it

(it’s all worth it)

to feel something
than nothing at all

 

day 32 of unemployment

does it smell
like garlic in here
or is that
just
me?

 

the truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind

you know the sweetest winds,
they blow across the south

through spanish moss & misty morning magnolias
through fields of cotton and tobacco
gently swaying strange fruit

the sweetest winds blow cross the south
where hot blood runs thickest
where turmoil & strife fly rampant
with truth stuck in earth’s red clay

two steps up,
three steps back

so bless our damn hearts
on the wings of those sweet southern winds.

 

third eye eye sore

who are you to sell your soul, baby?
whose skin is on these bones?

i’m searching for a giant smile
hidden deep inside me
i’m searching for the answer to
“where is home?”

In Lieu of a Real Post This Week: TWO POEMS!

I’m trying to post regularly each Friday but today instead of a lengthy post, I’m going to share two poems I’ve been working on this week that are in their “final rough draft” stages.

My next big goal (and possibly last) for the year is to get together a ton of my poems and finally publish a book of them. So far, I’ve got 15 just about ready for publication and over the next couple of weeks I’ll be (hopefully) churning out new ones to put together for one cohesive project.

If you’re into workshopping poems, please reach out to me and let me know how I can improve these guys. If you’re experienced with self-publication or publishing poetic compilations through other means, please also definitely reach out to me because, well, what time I don’t have to spend researching is time that I can use perfecting this anthology! 🙂

In the meantime, enjoy…

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we thought we could control the night
among the magnolia trees and humidity
we thought we could control life
we thought it’d always be easy

so i rode with you up the blue ridge parkway
but i didn’t come back down
i needed to be left among the blues,
the greens…

to be sad like the stars.

let’s go and kiss the wind you said
let it fill our sails
let’s leave the mountain air behind,
forget the barefoot trails

but i wouldn’t ride back down,
i couldn’t abandon my ghosts
because living means being haunted
and leaving means staying so

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shades of green grey blue
tar red and moon yellow

piano key notes and a growing
string theory section

four quartets play
as the night sky stretches
and fog rolls in

planning, gazing, figuring –
misaligned border lines
deciding feelings precis

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when i woke it smelled
of cocoa butter and olive oil,
like cannabis and chamomile
like all the smells of a home i’d created,
built from all the places i’d been