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How To Deal With Your Inner Critic So it Stops Sucking Out Your Soul

A lot of us have a critical inner voice. We might call it our internal editor or our internal critic, but it’s a bit of a destructive bastard, honestly. It criticizes. It thinks only of the worst case scenario. It gets annoyed at pretty much everything you do or might…

Writing Tips

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How To Deal With Your Inner Critic So it Stops Sucking Out Your Soul

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Poems Are Just Flakes of Skin

Carrie Jones Books Sometimes a poet takes a bar of soap and scrubs it against their skin. Sometimes bits of soap or skin flake off and for a few moments the freed bits are airborne, flitting through the shower stall or the tub before hitting the ground. Those moments of…

Poem

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Poems Are Just Flakes of Skin

Carrie Jones Books

Sometimes a poet

takes a bar of soap

and scrubs it against

their skin. Sometimes bits

of soap or skin flake

off and for a few moments

the freed bits are airborne,

flitting through the shower

stall or the tub before hitting

the ground. Those moments of…

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Searching for Rude

Searching for Rude A poem Mind your manners. Every decent lady knows to mind her manners, The mother says as she wipes the corner of her mouth With a dainty napkin of linen. Mind your manners, she says after the almost discreet belch. Mind your manners, she says as her daughters reach For…

Poem

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“You Aren’t Allowed to Write About Me.”

If by aren’t allowed, you mean you forbid it then who are you to forbid? If by write you mean think, tell stories, try to understand, to recreate you in a way that isn’t such a jackass, I’m sorry but you can only be improved and you’re missing out. The…

Poem

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Ode to Another Nightingale.

“My heart aches,” he says as if that will change her mind. He quotes Keats, memorizes it the way others memorize song lyrics, Drunk, but not on hemlock or an opiate. Drunk One minute and the next. Keats is not pretentious enough a poet to impress Someone who sings with…

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Because

a poem To listen to the poem, just click here. Because she’s not some drugged up doper or anything like that, but shivers have taken control of her whole entire body because it’s cold, cold, cold in Bar Harbor, Maine and it isn’t even winter yet. Because she’s huddled behind…

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4 days ago

Writing To Make a Difference?

1. One of my blogging friends was feeling sad yesterday even though he is published because he’s worried about being a mediocre writer. 2. It is easy to worry about this. 3. There’s that essential sense of horror when you’re a writer (in such a subjective field) about never being…

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Jun 20

Myths Of Presidents

A poem Myths About Presidents 26. He didn’t Ride A moose. The photo is fake Like a lot Of presidential things. 16. He dreamt His death, Found himself Waking in a coffin And asked who Was dead In the White House. Dream mourners said, “The president.” He denied the dream. …

Poem

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Jun 18

Finding purpose in wheelchairs

When I was a fourth-grader, I desperately searched for Big Foot behind our house. I’d hide in the closet at night, become obsessed with Doctor Who and absolutely believed that trees had souls. All my childhood, I hunted through the New Hampshire woods behind my backyard on Route 101, a…

Rotary International

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Jun 16

Smelling Like Pee

I’m working on this super secret project (I’m only saying that to make it sound cool, honestly) and I was trying to mine my past in order to get some material. Warning: Mining my past for material is such a bad idea. Sparty the Dog: Don’t do it, Carrie! It’s…

Dogs

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