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OctPoWriMo was a blast.


I won a pack of poetry awesomeness…pens! a journal! tea! chocolate! and more!! YAY!


I had the pleasure of participating in OctPoWriMo in October, and today I received an amazing playful poetry pack I won in the raffle for participating.

It was such a fun– and therapeutic– month. It’s been a long time since I’ve consistently written anything, let alone poetry, and it was so nice to play along!

It was especially interesting to me to be prompted to write about a certain topic or in a certain style. As an educator, I often find myself asking my students to write about certain topics or in certain styles. Being told to write a certain way myself actually helped me sympathize with the complaints I receive from my students. OctPoWriMo has made me a better person and teacher.

Thank you so much to Morgan Dragonwillow and the rest of the brains behind OctPoWriMo not only for my amazing playful poetry pack, but for the wonderful experience October offered me. I cannot wait until next October.


Poetry Prompt:
What in your life is coming to an end making way for something new? How do you handle endings, are they easy or hard? Samhain/Halloween is a time where the veil between worlds is thin and a good time to say goodbye to those that have passed in the last year, who do you need to say goodbye to? What closure do you need? Free write answering one or more of these questions.


To the single years I bid adieu

I grew oddly attached,
Attached to my single years,
Years that, while they were present,
Presented drunken tears.

First dates were mayhem,
Mayhem I seemed to understand,
Understand as if I knew nothing better,
Better than even the back of my own hand.

I sit here startled by the shine of my ring
Ring ring-a-ling-ding
Ding dong, who would want
Want to give me this bling?

Our hearts matched up,
Up to the Heavens above
Above all else and everything
Everything turned into love.

The terror of being
Being hitched and not alone–
Alone, that feeling—
Feeling I got to know…

It is so scary,
Scary to say yes and commit
Commit to eternal love,
Love forever, and all of that sappy shit

But with you I welcome
Welcome this scary chance
Chance it, let’s do this,
This risk so scary we might pee our pants!

You are my wife-to-be,
Be it scary and true.
True it is that…
That forever I’ll love you.


Today I had the privilege of being part of a writing workshop led by James Lecesne, co-founder of The Trevor Project. The workshop was about writing to our younger selves, something that was beautiful, poignant, and tear-inducing. It really left me reflecting on my own life, my voice, and how far I’ve come in the past 6 or 7 years.


James Lecesne signed my copy of The Letter Q, the book he edited in which the workshop was based.

During the writing portion of the workshop, we wrote letters to our younger selves. At one point, I found myself writing about my Grandpa (Buster)’s death, and the impact it had on how I’ve responded to deaths in my life since.

I also started thinking about Lauren, my friend who took her own life two years ago.

Perhaps this is cheating a bit, but for today’s writing prompt I was asked to write about a social issue, touching upon “light” and “dark” stuff. The poem I wrote the weekend after Lauren’s death came to mind… so here it is.

“La Mort de la Lumière”
KB (copyright 2011)

At night I feel the warmth of your fire in my fingers;
the light flickers as golden embers slowly fall.
To my heart I hold you close–
an evanescent moment of serenity–
as the cold, bitter wind blows fiercely
and threatens to make you disappear.

I realize your time is fleeting, and your glow will disappear,
yet I expect you to stay ‘til the last of the wax drips onto my fingers.
When you first came to be, you were held fiercely–
protection for a single flame destined to fall.
Until then, I embrace your serenity
and let your beauty stay close.

I wrap my hands around you, holding you close,
not knowing that you are fighting to disappear,
not knowing that you have a plan to find serenity,
and simply uninformed that you are slipping out of my fingers.
I continue to hold you, trying to protect you from the fall
as you continue to fight time fiercely.

Your flames begin to burn me fiercely–
a sign that the end is close–
but I do not know you are about to fall.
I do not know your light will disappear,
and I do not know you are escaping my fingers.
In this moment, I find only your warmth and serenity.

I sit in the shadows, your glow creating my serenity
as the night winds begin to hit me fiercely
and I start to feel tremors in my fingers
as I fight to hold your warmth close.
You fight back, wanting to disappear
and already beginning to fall.

I wail as I realize you have started to fall,
and an eerie brightness confirms your serenity
as you lose the last of your oxygen and disappear.
I bawl and weep, sobbing fiercely
as the existence of your light comes to a close
and I learn I will never again feel your flames in my fingers.

Once you disappear, I slowly begin to fall.
My fingers search for a sign of serenity,
but with the loss of your light, I fiercely cry. Your time has come to a close.