More often than not, when I tell people I am a poet, in those rare moments when I leave The Womb and actually interact with strangers, I am greeted with a polite smile, which is another way of saying, “I don’t read poetry and I have no idea why you would write it because nobody …

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Oh, Luna Station Blog, I’ve missed thee! It’s been 11 months since my last confession … So, where was I? Ahhh, yes. Baseball. As a general rule, I don’t like talking about poetry (or writing about it or even thinking about it too much, if we’re being honest). But when the right person catches me …

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I just re-read my previous two Medium posts, the one that ended The 366 Day Project, and the one from when sQualor // gLamour came out. In those, I talked about the experience of feeling like I had finally become a poet. I talked about magick and intimacy and the power of holding a physical …

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I am obsessed with the physicality of poetry. We’ve already talked about specific locations holding lines of verse, and the scavenger hunt that occurs when we try to find them. This month, ever so slightly more traditionally, let’s talk about visiting places that are associated with poets and poetry, from the past to the present. I …

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I’ve been writing five lines a day since last August. In four day’s time, as you read this, the year-and-a-day project will be complete. To say that I have been utterly transformed / transmuted by this intentional, magickal act would be an understatement. On the surface, writing five lines a day doesn’t sound like much. …

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Photo By: Tara Lindsey The vastest things are those we may not learn. We are not taught to die, nor to be born, nor how to burn with love. How pitiful is our enforced return to those small things we are the masters of. -Mervyn Peake I haven’t read Peake. He’s an idea. A promise. …

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