Like “Nectarine,” “Cancerous,” “Pursuit”If you were a word I’d choose you ( Read more... )

It's long past time I catch you up, dear readers, and pass on another challenge - this time, one for those of you who are not poetry-writers ( Read more... )

A large number of unexpectedly spectacular things have happened to me so far this semester, ranging from gaining a sense of camaraderie with fellow students to vast realizations about myself to chance meetings to weekends where I ship myself to another city and write forty pages of my beloved novel.  The majority of these things I hadn't ever ( Read more... )

radio stars

myself saunters in like a bird out of the rain
green like the sky and unannounced.
shoulderblades full of feathers and eyes
made of sine-wave arcs, sable and splendid.
myself is all wrapped in muscle and cloth.
even on clear days, myself gets admirably
ruffled at the mention of even the best-fated
infidelities.  myself stays five-foot-seven ( Read more... )

Lately I've been trying to write the same poem over and over again.  It's definitely a love poem, and although the details change, I'm beginning to realize that often the root of these things comes down to a concept frustrating to me as a writer.  Namely:

"I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it." - Toni Morrison

Similarly, I love the song ( Read more... )

This summer I attended Campus Pride, a queer leadership camp in Towson, Maryland.  Whilst there, I wrote what I thought were the last poems of Holding Back the Ocean, the queerish poetry collection that accidentally documented the spectrum of realization of and coming to terms with my asexual identity.

While I wrote the first poems of this ( Read more... )

postscript

(the hills will not want to be born
on a silver morning
with dead fawns in the grass
the masochistic majesties of their shoulders
will curve inwards
and insist on being plains
until the blood has washed away)

I have been struggling with a particular scene of Keeper for weeks now, and last night I finally figured it out.  Ready to get moving ( Read more... )

This poem, finished about two minutes ago, comes from a recent Writer's Digest prompt.  Is it super-obvious what that prompt is?

( blessed sweet unforgiven )

As many of you know, I'm writing a "queer-plus" poetry anthology called Holding Back the Ocean.  With the helter-skelter assortment of other responsibilities - full-time school and all the associated homework, multiple organizations, writing for the student newspaper (book reviews and play reviews), five-days-a-week part-time work, and at least one ( Read more... )

I'd like to welcome you to the first annual Teresa Doyle!  Please find namebadges and praise attached to your fingertips in the form of a keyboard.  Feel free to pick up a brochure - they're hiding back there behind the friendslist-only option.  This year we're going to explore a variety of topics, including fiction and poetry, outdoorswomanship, ( Read more... )