Journal 6: I Remember

I remember how you used to like jawbreakers.

I remember how we used to go to McDonald’s

and order fries and sweet tea

as an after school snack.

I remember your eyes and how they sparkled

every time they met mine.

I remember the way you smiled, the way you laughed.

I remember so clearly the way you laughed,

how it infected everyone in the room.

I remember loving you so much that I though my heart

would explode.

I remember wondering how we ended up this way.

I remember thinking we would always be in love

and even after that,

I remember thinking that we would always be friends.

I remember wondering what happened.

I remember wondering where you went.

Journal 5: Dead Love

This is the world we wanted.

I turn to you to hold me.

Friend, is boring.

I dream you into being,

stories one has never read.

The sun breaks down

its laughter and quarrels,

infinitely repeated down to atomic thinness.

I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me

fully dead.

Authors:

Louise Gluck (Lines 1 and 2)

John Berryman (Line 3)

Simone Muench (Lines 4-9)

Molly Peacock (Line 10)

 

Journal 4

Version 1

The cows stand under the trees

in the wet grass

lifting their necks to pull the leaves down.

We slow the truck,

pull over to the side of the road to watch them.

How graceful they look,

how unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

This version is more narrative. The images of the poem are grouped together individually. I structured this version to be broken at natural pauses for this effect. This version captured a peaceful, serene mood.

Version 2

The cows stand

under the trees

in the wet grass,

lifting their necks

to pull the leaves down.

We slow the truck,

pull over to the side of the road

to watch them.

How graceful

they look,

how unlike themselves.

We get out

and lean on the fence.

The cows

don’t seem to notice we are there.

This version makes the reader slow down and take in the imagery more clearly even though it was spilt up. It seemed to make the reader have to focus more on the words than the events. “How graceful” and “they look” could now be interpreted as two different statements. It could mean that they look graceful or that they are looking at their observers. “The cows” is emphasized in the second to last stanza, making the reader focus on exactly what they are. This tone was a bit more blunt than the first.

Version 3

The cows

stand under the trees

in the wet

grass,

lifting their necks to pull

leaves down.

We slow

the truck,

pull over to the side

of the road

to watch

them.

How

graceful

they look,

how

unlike

themselves.

We get out and

lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice

we are there.

This version clearly emphasizes their grace and how the speaker perceives this to be unlike their natural state. The wet grass touch image is accentuated. Lines such as “leaves down” and “we are there” seem to hold deeper meaning than in the other versions. This one actually seems to be making an environmental statement. The leaves and cows and scenery being what life is like without pollution and human contamination while the people lean on the fence, about to burst in and ruin the peace. It has a more ominous, foreboding mood.

Journal 3: Something’s Outside

The feeling

writhed like a fish

in my gut.

The window curtains beat like wings,

luring me to glimpse what the night would reveal.

 

I pushed them back,

their silk like thin, papery flesh,

to reveal a thing, pale as a decomposing body

sitting in the grass below.

 

It sensed my presence

and whipped around like a startled cat,

its  eyes as large as saucers,

black as voids.

 

Its face, previously blank,

opened, skin peeling back in sheets like the curtains,

revealing teeth like crystal stalagmites that flexed as if to say

“you.”

Then I blinked.

 

 

Version 2

The feeling

hardened like plaster

in my gut.

The curtains rippled

like bugs within a corpse,

luring me to glimpse what the night would reveal.

 

I pushed them back,

their silk like dried moth’s wings,

to reveal a thing, white as the moon

sitting in the grass below.

 

It sensed my presence

and whipped around like a possessed head,

its eyes as large as portals,

black as sin.

 

Its face, previously blank,

opened, skin peeling back in sheets like fruit’s flesh from a knife,

revealing teeth like pointed diamonds that flexed as if to say

“you.”

Then I blinked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journal 2: He Didn’t Acknowledge Me

Behind a skyscraper in Richmond

my breath came in rasping gasps.

I’d said “hi” to a stranger who wasn’t waving at me.

Heat rises

like the color of rose to my cheeks.

I’ve quite the bone to pick with that man.

Who knew I was so easily overlooked?

He was so hot.

I want for him to see the error of his ways.

I am the queen of the world,

a lioness prowling her Saharan domain.

I shall not be ignored like the kumquats in the store.

I feel the saltiness rising in my chest.

I would not tolerate this discrimination against my emotions.

I may not be royalty,

but does that make me deserving of the treatment of a peasant?

I am not a spare tire, only acknowledged in crisis.

Grandma Betty would be ashamed of you, good sir.

Your oblivious actions are an arctic wind, but

I can’t stop remembering the beauty in your eyes.

You made my heart quiver.

You stopped my stride, breath, world and self esteem

like Evan Peters dressed as a vampire.

I deserve the silver crown and white robes of your attention,

so come back here and admit your wrong doings.

 

 

Journal 1

Taste: spaghetti, fresh sugar cookies, banana split lollipops, dark chocolate, salt water, frosting, Asian pear tea, fresh mochas, caramel apples, jawbreakers, crème burlee, flan, grapefruit, cotton candy, clove

Touch: rings, makeup, kisses, embrace, cat tongue, dog fur, leather, memory foam, freshly printed paper, butterflies, sugar scrub, petals, paint, frozen metal, sheets

Smell: horse, gasoline, clothing stores, incense, lavender, green tea, clean linens, roses, malls, cologne, pine, soil, hazelnut, shampoo, sunscreen

Hearing: heels clacking, nails tapping, bat wings, guinea pig squeaks, old records, glass breaking, whispers, trains, hooves on concrete, heaters, pages turning, scribbles, guitar riffs, piano, creaky swings

Sight: sunset, stars, airplanes, clouds, flames, spider webs, cityscapes, tree lines, open fields, glittering dew, intertwined fingers, oceans, white sand, the moon, tears

Action/Motion: wind, gallop, flight, hold, drift, graze, gentle, clench, swing, fall

Abstractions: beauty, wisdom, loss

Other things: Myrtle beach, Cancun, Busch Gardens, Starry Night, a little house in Hopewell, spiders, Edgar Allan Poe

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