Another new year, another exercise in writing "2018" on everything until mid-April. Here's to weird year typos and just making it through this new 365, one moment at a time.
Blogtober #4: Autumnizing the Apartment
Oh, Pinterest. An abundance of lovely goals that likely will never see the light of day. Nevertheless, this year, I'd like to spruce up my place with an autumn theme. Because why not? Some of the ideas running around in my head: All images derived from Pinterest. Onwards and Autumn-wards...
Because Solange.
Okay, dear Reader, you know I cut my hair. Well, I cut it again. And again. After the first cut, I went back to my stylist and asked for another cut, to even things out, and to color it, as well, since the gray hairs were like all these changes are making us nervous so …
it chose me.
It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …
World. Class. Chocolate.
Danai and Lupita. Okoye and Nakia. Africa and Africa. New Muse and Still Muse. World Class Chocolate and World Class Chocolate. When I was a little growing brown girl, I saw women of color in my home, in my community, among my relatives. But I didn't realize that representation outside of that nexus was important …
Autumn Promises. (#3)
Dear Autumn, I promise not to blame you for not being the traditional you in a state where it's summer year-round. It's not your fault that heat lives in every tiny corner in this lone star state. (And I've been promised at least 70-degree days, even if the leaves won't wholly turn, so I'll take it.) …
when they met.
If you haven't heard, a total solar eclipse took place yesterday, August 21. Pretty historical stuff. I was excited beyond words, not necessarily because of the historicity of it or the celestial phenomenon, per se. I, This Square Peg, a writer of words and a purveyor of poetry, have used the moon as an allegorical …
speechless.
Writing fiction has been a no-go, party people. And I miss writing fiction. Yes, I've written some poems quite recently (here and here, if you feel like reminiscing), but I am 100 percent a writer, lover, and creator of fiction. I don't exactly know what's going on. Let's think it through: Is it because I …
National Poetry Month: Les Poèmes Finaux (#28,29,30)
The final three poems. It's been wonderful sharing this poetic April with you. Whether it was something I wrote or a classic, beloved piece, I was reminded of my enduring love of poetry, and I hope you were, too. Sometimes we moved in sync with the month, sometimes pieces came at you in bulk, like today. …
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National Poetry Month: Le Poème #27
Is she posting in real time? Yes, dear reader, your eyes do not deceive you. A poem for the actual day. Stranger things have happened. I wrote this yesterday. Yay to moments of inspiration while waiting for a cardio class to begin. I should tell you that I'm a big fan of allegory. In artwork, …
This Square Peg. 