15 Facts About Me!

15 Facts:

1. I like divisible numbers. (24; 48; 36)
2. Optimis Prime is my hero.
3. Had a childhood dog named Spoc and a guinea pig named Pixie.
4. I read Jane Austen novels over again every spring and summer.
5. I'm really good at crocheting.
6. I don't trust salty foods that claim to be sweet; like cheesecake.
7. I have never eaten shrimp.
8. I like shoes because no matter how fat you are you can always find a pair.
9. My favorite kind of cheese is extra sharp cheddar.
10. I'm left handed.
11. I can play I can 6 different instruments.
12. I took three years of ballet.
13. I'm afraid to die and I'm afraid of death.
14. I love pina-colatas and getting caught in the rain.
15. I like men who look like they could throw me over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes
-N

Emily Dickinson: "Wild Nights"

Wild Nights--Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile--the Winds--
To a Heart in port--
Done with the Compass--
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden
 

Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor--Tonight--
In Thee!

Philip Larkin: "Talking in Bed"

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

W.B. Yeats: "Lake Isle of Innisfree"

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Troubled Woman: Langston Hughes

She stands
in the quiet darkness,
this troubled woman,
bowed by weariness and pain,
like an
autumn flower
in the frozen rain.
Like a wind-blown autumn flower
that never lifts its head
again.

L: for Love (by N.E. Avery)

L: for love

Oh—if I could I would put on that thick metal helmet

covering my face and ears and weld us back together.

But I can’t alone. It’s too much work alone.

But I could write this: My dearest friend,

               

                I haven’t chosen my life any

more than you. My caramel-macchiato skin is

just another shade to your rich-brown and if

I could explain to you that I am just Myself,

you could be free—free too—to be just Yourself

and together we could unite an u.s. that

could cast away our finery and take us back

to black; to basics; to brethren.

                Yours Truly,

                                Me.

This is the love-letter I would write not to a man but

to a people that should be together but won’t.

I would write this if I could to make us feel

worthy enough to fight, this is what should

be right now happening; yet isn’t quite how

things have turned out.

This is what I would write,

to you, what I would say to you

if I had time to

pick up a pen.

Author's Note: The best writing is the kind that connects the reader to the piece in a way that makes them think and want to discuss—whether good or bad—what they just read.  This in turns sets the task for the writer to create word-art that is inspired by topics they find meaningful. As a writer my work often focuses on different areas of race, poverty and spirituality. I want to shed light on these topics by sharing my insights as a person. I do this in the hope that others, through the description of my own experiences and emotions, will be inspired to share their own words.

New Beginings

It's definitely been a while since I've posted. I've had a lot of things happen some good some bad but for the most part I'm a better person now then I was since the last time I posted. The writing is going well. Almost finished with the draft of my first novel. Got some other pots on the stove too, things are looking up. I'd like to make more posts and add more pictures and things like that and maybe also add some of my musical side onto the page. I don't know what that means but I've started enjoying making little video snippets so maybe I might do something a long those lines. I guess the sky would be the limit if I believed in limits. For now I'll post a poem that was published in the Grand Valley Lanthorn Literary edition this year, and will be also appearing in the GVSU Women Center Literary Journal, "In Our Own Words". Hope you like it.

-N