a high backed sea came to greet you.
it looked a little like hell.
you’ve been there before
so you are not scared.
it parted for you. like the queen
you are. it bowed. it curtsied
Corazon means heart in Spanish. I feel like this is a fitting title for this book. Not just because a majority of its content is about romance, but because of the heart this book has. What I mean by that is that it feels like this book is a living thing. I finished reading this in the early morning hours. It is the afternoon and I can’t get this book off my mind. It’s become apart of me I feel like.
I feel the author’s pain. I share it. I grieve with her. I feel protective of her like she’s my best friend. I feel angry at the way she’s been treated. I once said to someone or perhaps to myself: why I am allowing him to treat me like this? If someone had treated you [my best friend] like that I would be livid. It reminds me of a clip I saw of Laverne Cox saying something similar to Mindy Kaling. We are so hard on ourselves but will fight for others especially our friends.
I feel like I am ready to fight again. Fight for myself. Fight for love. Fight for truth and justice. Fight for family. It’s a good feeling.
I have barely written any poetry. I am looking through my files and the numbers are dismal.
I started the year off by writing one poem.
I wrote six poems in March.
Four in May.
And so far four in June.
I’m trying to think positive. When I list them out like that it doesn’t seem so bad, but when I compare to how prolific I was in my previous years I feel like I’m being lazy and not putting my all into it.
Perhaps I’m being too hard on myself? I feel like I should have gotten back on track by now. After the death of my grandmother, I gave myself time to grieve though I was still writing. Even that eventually dried up.
I need to be kinder to myself I suppose. I know I do, but I’m such a cruel mistress.
Mark it. I finally got a roll from my Diana Mini developed! They came out really well! I had been reading that the quality of the Diana cameras varied, but I really like what I see.
I took this photo of my mother while at Peaceful Alternatives Counseling. Thus this roll is from late September of last year for that is when I was there last.
I used Lomography’s Color Negative 400 film. For the most part, I like it! The colors are very pretty. I noticed it does have a lot of grain though at least when it comes to the Diana Mini. But I think it’s charming!
I was feeling miserable one day as I am aught to do. I went on Facebook, of course, to share how miserable I was. I complained about my lack of companionship or in other words my lack of life.
I don’t leave the house often and this inspired me to compare myself to the great Emily Dickinson since she was a poet as I am. The difference I immediately saw was that she wore white and I wear black all the time.
I’ve been thinking since then about that comparison of poets and fashion. The relationship between poetry and fashion. What do you think of when you think of a poet? A cursory search on Google brought me to berets! I myself think of something like this:
Reminds me of Keats for some reason!
I started to think. How would I as a poet like to be seen? I like the thought of being a ‘witchy Emily Dickinson’. (I legit said this to my friend not an hour an hour ago). What does a witchy Emily Dickinson look like? Stevie Nicks!
I even have my own color palette picked out. The base color is black (ofc!) but I want to accent it with grey, white, and red!
watch the wolves they know the test
and what they don’t they sniff out the rest
Lying at the foot of grandmother’s armrest
Watching the rise and fall of her breast
Readying themselves for a feast
I can see something in his teeth
A gleam, a pearl, a bone, a key
Oh I think it might be me