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Pop Up Poetry Begins!

Pop Up Poetry BeginsLast night I mustered up my beginner’s courage to host my first ever #PopUpPoetry night via Instagram. “Pop Up Poetry” is essentially “busking.” A busker is someone who entertains in a public place for donations. The idea is that I would set up a desk with my typewriter in any location I please (hence “pop up”) and will accept poetry requests from passerby, typea poem on the spot, read it aloud and hand it to them (for a hopeful donation, because, let’s be honest, we writers are poor). I have been toying with the idea for months, desiring to practice this winter and be ready to hit the streets LIVE come spring. So, with some wonderful encouragement from my friend and colleague, Eddie Cabbage, I set out to conquer the online poetry busking challenge. Starting at 6:00pmPST/9:00pmEST last night, I opened up the gates to accept original poem requests. As this was my first time doing “live requests” from the public, I selected, typed, and posted as many poem requests as I was able (I received over 50, wow!). I was able to create eight original pieces in a matter of a few hours, which wasn’t bad considering I’m fighting off the flu right now. I was overwhelmed and flattered by everyone’s responses; so many followers, friends, and strangers joined in to make the “event” such a fun interactive experience for everyone, which is EXACTLY what I was hoping for. Prompts and requests poured in and were rather eclectic, which made choosing just a handful really hard! Overall it was such a positive and fun experience, and I truly hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you to everyone who participated–this is always about YOU! Without you none of this awesomeness comes to life! All poems typed last night will be listed on my Etsy for purchase. I have included all the poems below, as well as some “practice” poems that Eddie threw my way in order to warm up my fingers, my creative juices, and to rev Ulrich’s mechanical engines (Ulrich is my WWII Hermes “Baby” Rocket typewriter on which I typed all these pieces). Thanks again and enjoy! —>>>

Pop Up Poetry Announcement 11.28.2014

ANNOUNCEMENT! Tonight. 6:00PST/9:00EST. Let’s get it on. That’s right…I’ll be hosting my first (online) #PopUpPoetry event on my Instagram account! This is not a contest. This is where all you lovely people get to toss out any subject to me (via the comment section) and I will type up an original custom poem for you on the spot. All poems will be listed for sale on my Etsy shop. I’m not looking for follows or an ego boost; I’m simply needing some legit practice time because I plan to go out on the streets and do Pop Up Poetry LIVE…

Pop Up Poetry Practice Round

Grueling yet incredible practice round with @eddiecabbage @poetryondemand as I prep for my first #PopUpPoetry #PUP night THIS FRIDAY 11/28 (6 PST/9 EST)!!! I am so excited to have y’all participate and I encourage you to get some juicy and original topics thought up for me to tackle! (Check my previous post announcing PUP for more details. All poetry will be for sale via my Etsy Shop.) See you for Food Coma Friday and Happy Thanksgiving!

The Legacy

*Text of the poem typed below the image for ease of reading.* On finding my voice. It’s not easy making my voice heard as a woman writer. It’s just the cold, hard truth. Which means I just push myself harder to be the best at my craft. No excuses. I play Words like I play Sports; no pain, no gain, and never ever leave your heart on the bench. I encourage you all to be secure in your identity, whether you’re a writer or not, and to chase after your calling, your passions and dreams, without ever holding back. Who are you? What makes you *you*? And what mark do you wish to leave upon the world? Ignore expectations and stereotypes; dig deep and ask yourself the tough questions. It’s enlightening and liberating to take the time to sit and write your own self-declaration of who you are. What will YOUR legacy be?

The Legacy

Losers Weepers

Pop Up Poetry Announcement!

In light of numerous threats of friendly humiliation and metaphorical castration by an anonymous individual (@eddiecabbage), I will be strapping on my big girl panties and hosting my own #PopUpPoetry event on Instagram this Friday evening. But honestly, I’ve been mulling this over for months, and I have no excuse as to why not NOW. So this will be an excellent learning experience for me, and I thank you all in advance for giving me the opportunity to do so on this platform. Please!–Get involved! I want to hear from you! It’s going to be fun and random and rapid-fire…

Would You Stay If I Asked You To…

The 2014 Boys & Girls Club Civil War Dinner & Auction: A Rhetorical Redhead Report

A last-minute invitation from a dear friend awarded me the chance to attend this year’s annual Boys & Girls Club Civil War Dinner & Auction at the Salem Convention Center this Thursday evening.

Being Civil War-themed, attendees were encouraged to fly their colors to support their favorite Oregon university: University of Oregon with their green and yellow, or Oregon State University with black and orange. Naturally an Oregon Duck, I ran home after work to hurriedly don my loud, bright yellow Oregon volleyball jersey and throw on my running tights before dashing back downtown for the festivities. Surrounded by friends and a hot date on my arm, I waltzed into the Convention Center to see what the hubbub was all about.

Seasons Change

“Seasons Change” while Fall lasts. This was written so long ago during the shift from Summer to Autumn, a prompt by my dear @j.raymond. I’m really upset that I couldn’t find his initial poem to which my response is based off of….Jack, if you find it, holla back! Wanting to give credit to this crazy guy. Much love, my friend.

The Eulogy

“The Eulogy”…a letter to my 14-year-old coonhound puppy to whom I have to say goodbye tomorrow. Not really poetry…but every word is from the very depths of my mourning soul. And I know I’m not the only one to lament and weep over the loss of a beloved dog. (Signed and postdated for tomorrow as well, because I already know I won’t be able to do so after the fact.) This has been the hardest week of my life…I still stand by my belief that it is more difficult to lose a pet than it is to lose a person.…

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