A poem for my friend Natacha, who gave me this prompt: “the butterflies of new beginnings”
Sometimes all it takes is connecting with the right person to help you chart a course away from negativity and alienation. It wasn’t until Mona heard the dings and clacks of my typewriter that my outlook was, thankfully, altered.
Ophelia–also known as “Killer Rabbit”–is the one in the blue #15 helmet. That evening, she moved in a way that reminded me of my younger self. An untouched sure-footedness which, I think now, stems from being oblivious of your own confidence. It’s something tough. Lasting. The aura before you discover what awkwardness really means.
Originally Posted: October 20th, 2011Updated: February 13th, 2020A Galentine’s Day inspired poem. The original prompt: “That moment of excitement when you’re so passionate about what your talking about that you have no choice but to scream, squeal or just fall down dead.” I loved this prompt because I know exactly what you mean, so I