The Memory of Objects

It’s a strange thing when you think about what gets left behind when we’re gone. The things we’ve collected, the spaces we’ve occupied – what happens when we are absence and dust?

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Last year, I checked out some estate sales both in search of unique pieces and for fun, but I often left with a peculiar kind of melancholy. I found myself thinking about the people who had owned these items and what kind of significance those things held, if any. I thought about what the remains of what my own life might look like when broken down to the physical things I’d amassed and kept through the years.

When the summer ended and fall came with its changes, it felt like a season of grieving and a season of reflection.

Today, I’m pleased to have Estate Sale out in Polu Texni.

It’s a meditation on my feelings from that summer to fall. It’s about coming to terms and letting go. If you’re going through a tough moment or feeling a bit existential, I hope this poem helps you through it. Physical things aren’t the only things we hold on to.

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Supplement:
(Music) Traveling Song | Ryn Weaver

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By the Water

In the dark, two summers ago, my friends and I stood in my backyard staring up at the night sky. We were trying to catch a glimpse of the Perseids meteor shower, despite the light pollution. It was a new moon, clear out, and the shower was having a peak year. So we thought we might see something.

I honestly can’t remember if we did see anything – maybe one or two streaks of light – but an inkling of a poem had become caught in the orbit of my subconscious. A month later, I started writing.

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Portrait of me by the amazing Kate Trish

NIGHT SWIM is a poem in which I tried to capture a certain experience of my favorite season- lazy heat and silken water, a dark expansive sky, a sense of both possibility and stillness, contentedness.

So I’m pleased to have NIGHT SWIM appear in Liminality’s Issue 12 – Summer 2017.

I hope you enjoy it, and that you’ll take a dip with me.

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Some poem aesthetics.

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The standalone photos (and 1 in the collage) are mine from my winter/spring trip to Iceland.* I swam in the Blue Lagoon in the late afternoon, but earlier in the trip, I did take a night swim at the Secret Lagoon. It was the most magical night of my life, floating in the hot water, watching the aurora borealis literally dance and change colors in long ribbons unfurling overhead. Of course, the only camera I had at the time was my phone.


*Most of the photos in collage not mine -some free use, some Pinterest.
**Special thx to Sarah Goldberg for pushing me on my imagery & diction.

Supplement:
(Music) Meet Me by the Water | Rachel Yamagata
(Music) Details in the Fabric | Jason Mraz
(Music) Stay Low | Ryn Weaver

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Fields of Gold

For the summer solstice, I thought it appropriate to revisit a dreamy Californian day trip my sister and I took in April. Taking advantage of the mild spring weather, we drove about an hour out to Antelope Valley, through winding mountain paths and past flat, rural fields.

Our destination? The Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve, where our state flower was in super bloom. We’d missed the height of the bloom, but it was lovely walking through the hills and seeing the subtle colors revealed with each wind-ripple through the grasses and wildflowers. Poppy orange, of course, but also shades of green and silvery-whites, ashy-purples, the cheerful yellows of tickseed and goldfields.

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The closeness of the sky

At the beginning of March, my family bundled up and flew to Iceland. I experienced some of the most magical moments of my life and some of the most evocative naturescapes in the world. (This is one 30 Before 35 trip I’d like to repeat!)

I’ll write more about it all in the future, but for now, enjoy this wander verse.

I’ve traded the closeness of the city for the
closeness of the sky,
blurred, electric midnights for
soft, smudged sunsets.
In the quiet, my every breath sings.

P.S. SKIN was nominated for the SFPA’s Rhysling Award, and I recently received my comp copy of the anthology. I’m grateful for the support and honored.


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