Living Proof

Poetry is personal. I even want to compare it to the bible because it has so many interpretations and possible meanings to it. Each person who reads one poem will have a different take on it after they have read it. I’ve always found myself drawn to the type of poetry that has a bit of play on words and a grip on the heartstrings. One of those types where you can say, “everyone can relate” type of poetry. I’ve been to poetry readings, finding myself tilting my head sideways like a Golden Retriever wondering if this person is trying a bit too hard to construe their words into a bundle of challenging metaphors and words hardly ever used in the English language. During a trip in Provincetown, MA, I found myself grimacing while it got more politically offensive as I was the only one sitting amongst extreme liberal lesbians standing on the right side of the room. I had to decline an invitation from my friend Lisa during that trip to go to another poetry reading. I had told her to meet...

Completely and utterly tapped out of anything of importance to say, write or jot down on this blog. As I get older, I find that many things change: body starts to take a whole new form, bigger here, smaller there, bulkier there, with everlasting options of a nip & tuck doctor waiting in the wings. I find that passions for things in life tweak itself somewhat: I used to paint and draw, now I just prefer photography. I use to play guitar for at least 3-5 hours per day, then I found writing. I wrote lyrics and composed songs for hours at a time without realizing how much time had passed by. I used to love to write blogs and articles for the gay and lesbian community, for hours upon hours, until someone had given me deadlines. And now, my current passion is filming and editing videos, however it is seemingly gearing towards the business aspect of it. I’m hoping that my passion for it doesn’t die out just because someone is expecting “good work” out of me. Back in high school I maj...

I believe the ability to create and express yourself in an artistic way is a product of your past or present, whether it be from extreme emotions such as happiness and sadness. There are some people I know who “used to” draw and paint beautiful things when they were younger, while going through tumultuous times. Now, while being ‘all grown up’, they feel it’s childish to draw again or be creative in any medium they choose. “Oh I can’t draw like that anymore” or “I don’t have it in me any longer.” Although the stressful circumstances have now changed to different types of stressors in their lives, why cut off the creative flow? Why not try it again? Why do some people cut off their creative side as they approach a certain age? “I would be so horrible at that!” I hear that all the time. Why don’t you try? Why not give it a whirl and if you don’t enjoy it, then don’t do it. You don’t have to show the world your poetry, art work, photography, or whatever it is you have a pas...