Hi!
My name is Sondra Rose Marie.
I write haikus because I find them to be oddly challenging, perfect for capturing moments, and beautifully classic.
On Sundays, I celebrate other poets with Someone Else's Poem I Like Sunday posts.
Submissions (images, art, poetry) are love.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Writing is hard for every last one of us—straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.
You need to do the same, dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug.
Sugar at The Rumpus
Envy by Kathryn Chetkovich
Though I’ve never dated another writer, I can relate to much of this piece. Also, it is beautifully written and I have a feeling other writers can appreciate this woman’s voice.
Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.
Karl Lagerfeld (via pithia)
Transparency
I dreamt my veins were
so dark, I could see liquid
flowing under skin.
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I wrote this haiku. The awesome art work is an illustrated skeletal system with a stitched cardiovascular system and hand-felted muscle mass on handmade abaca paper by Dan Beckemeyer. Don’t you fuckin’ love it?
The Conjurer’s Dilemma
Some nights I can’t tell
what I want: you or the sham
of you I made up.
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Poem by me. Crazy Nicki Minaj collage by Who Knows.
BFFs
Lying with our heads
over the edge, all of our
secrets tumbled out.
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So I’m trying this new thing where I write a poem about everyone I know. It’s just to get my memory and creative muscles stretching. This is for C.G-F. (if you ever see this, girl, it’s for you).
I think this photo is by a lady named Johanna Ruebel, though I can’t find the photo on her site so I’m not sure.
(Source: moonandtrees)
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (via ikilledjackjohnson)
Crushes
I hate nothing more
than wanting someone else; my
organs feel exposed.
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This poem is mine. Am I the only one who feels my skin might be made of glass and everyone can see the bloody organs inside whenever I’m in a vulnerable situation? God, that feeling.
According to the original blogger, this is a gif of a donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm and oxygenated with nutrient enriched blood pumping through. As I found this on tumblr, I’ll take his/her word for it.
(Source: milesian)
"How to Become a Writer" by Lorrie Moore
This was hilarious and thought provoking and wonderfully written. Obviously, I feel the need to share it with you all.
(Source: dreamsandfanciesinmyhead)
