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.


I know, I know. I wrote about not seeking publication this year and instead focusing on the craft.

But you know what I discovered? It’s okay to work on your craft and publication.

Near the end of last year, I submitted some poems to my college literary magazine Savoir Faire. (I attend Bossier Parish Community College). It was so FB_IMG_1460426479921long ago I had nearly forgotten about it until last night. Now I’m not sure why, but I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe everything happens for a reason. My poems had been accepted and I had been invited to read.

I had to cancel a doctor’s appointment to attend the Gala and I didn’t end up reading my poems, but I did end winning an Honorable Mention! I have photos. Can you tell I am gloriously happy?


The other photos will be put in a gallery so as no to clutter up the post.