In the dorm

In the dorm
There are thin barriers
You hear every sound

You hear the girl in room D
having loud sex
With her boyfriend

You hear the girls in room A
Listening to music
Singing in the shower

You hear the girl in room B
Who told you she was in crisis
Crying with loneliness

You hear the ghost
Of the girl who died
When her car tipped on its side

Meanwhile, in room C,
You are waiting for sleep
But reality is too loud

Wishing to be an Artist/The Perfect Woman

I’m a writer only because I can’t be an artist. There are so many pictures in my mind that are just waiting to be drawn or painted. Yet, when I put pencil to paper, all that comes out are words. Don’t get me wrong; they are wonderful words which taste so delicate on my tongue when read out loud. But there is no color in them. There is no immediate reaction to them of “Wow. That is beautiful”. Instead you need to spend time with the words letting them sit there on the paper streaming into your eyes before you can see how lovely they can be. This is why I have always preferred reading words out loud because at least then they are akin to music.

But oh how I long to be able to draw and paint the portraits in my mind. For example, I have had this image constantly in my brain since Freshman year of high school. I read a story in English class about a man who sees a woman and proceeds to have a daydream about her. To make a poem or piece of writing about it seems trivial. After all, it has already been put well in words. However, this short story has left me with this image which repeats itself in my brain every September.

The image is this: A pale woman wearing a grey wool pencil skirt with a white blouse. She has her hair pulled back in a bun and is wearing a red hat. She has delicate makeup besides red lipstick. In my mind her hair is always either blonde or brunette (my mind seems unable to decide which is more appropriate). She is always reading a book and leaning against a tree. There is a granite brick wall behind her with dark green ivy crawling on it. Sometimes she is eating an apple or there is an apple somewhere in the image.

For some reason this image sticks with me throughout the years. I think it is because it’s my ideal for me. It is as if I see her as this perfect woman. This is really why I would love to be an artist; In order to give this woman (this snapshot) I created in my mind a true form.

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Dogs: The Best People

I often marvel at dogs. What they can accomplish when working with humans is astounding as well as their loyalty and compassion. There was one episode of Dogs 101 on the channel Animal Planet on TV, where a police officer from New York City describes his black lab who worked with him after the twin towers fell to help the rescue effort. He said that the dog would go into places where he wasn’t sure he would come out again. Dogs can be so brave. Recently before the interview the dog had to be put to sleep having served a full life of working with his human partner. It was hard to watch such a dignified man get teary eyed talking about it.

My Aunt's Dogs Olive (front) and Maizie (back).

My Aunt’s Dogs Olive (front) and Maizie (back).

There was another account I think I saw on the internet of a dog in Japan who waited for his owner days after his owner died. Can you imagine giving up food, water, and your own general comfort just out of loyalty for one person? Dogs are so selfless it is mind-boggling. There was also recently a picture online of Marines saluting an old German Shepard who was going into the Vet to be put to sleep. Who better to have this honor than a dog? The dog was in the service and being a dog worked his tail off (pun totally intended) selflessly just to please his master and be affirmed as a member of the pack. If more people did something just to make other people happy, the world would be a better place.

Ace

My Family’s Previous Dog Ace. He passed away in 2012.

Adding to that idea, there are a lot of life lessons people can learn from dogs. I often see dogs portraying the best emotions and qualities of human kind; Then again dog backwards is God. Coincidence; I think not. Dogs are self-less, compassionate, loyal, brave, and above all know how to appreciate the small things (like a tennis ball). So how about we become a bit more like them in our daily lives.

My Family's Current Puppy Remus. He is a sweetie.

My Family’s Current Puppy Remus. He is a sweetie.

A Letter to the Creative People

Here is a piece of writing I quickly came up with for a professional writing class in which we have to do communiques each week. We are allowed to write about anything as long as we are conveying something through writing. So expect to see more of these. 

Dear Artists, Poets, and Creators,

I have convinced myself as of late that we creative people were not meant for this world. I say this at the risk of sounding very cheesy and airy fairy. Yet everywhere I look, we are being squashed, looked down upon, or simply shoved aside. Many times during the day I find myself either daydreaming or find my mind wander to other responsibilities.

Here’s a crazy idea, maybe society should include creativity within the classroom? Or make jobs for creative people which will allow them to have a decent life? I feel like society is under the assumption that only a few of us are sprinkled into the population and can easily find a position where we can do our work. Yet very few of us find a stable position and the large number is left to work on something less intriguing. So it’s simple. We can split our time and attention into work and creative pursuits; right?

Once we have time taken up by work and responsibilities, where is the time to be creative? Oh wait….there isn’t much time is there? I suppose there is always the option of not sleeping or slacking on work. But those aren’t very good options are they. And there is always the proverbial “If you are passionate about it then do it. Make time for it.” Ah yes thank you I will wave my magic wand and make my laundry list of responsibilities disappear…but only just as soon as my laundry is done.

Okay so the world we live in is not congruent to the dreams of the right-brained creator. But what are we supposed to do? The short answer is daydream more. The longer answer is that in our nature we want to escape from a world where we don’t fit, and in that create worlds and people of our own. Or lose ourselves in making a scarf or a piece of art. When this happens our personal worlds make more sense and then we can deal with the “real” world better. So interestingly enough the cause of the problem also becomes the solution. However, there is a logical inconsistency here. We need time to be able to breathe, slow down, and create. But that’s exactly what society is missing in their understanding of us left-handers and right-brained people; we need our creative expression like we need water, air, and food. It is not an option to ignore the voice that tells us we need to do or make something. It is not an option to ignore us any longer and for us to ignore ourselves. We need to change society and who better to do it than us creative types.

Sincerely,

Megan (fellow left-handed, right-brained, creative daydreamer)

Writing Wednesday: Rainy Day Dose

Rainy Day Doze

Your belly is near my head
as I listen to you breathe

Your corn chip fur softens
as I listen to the rain

Your paws flex lightly
as I Listen to your sigh

Your eyes twitch slightly
As I listen to the breeze

Your wet nose wiggles
As I listen to your heart

Remus Sleeping

Remus Sleeping

Remus Outside (He hates the rain)

Remus Outside (He hates the rain)

Raindrops On Tiger Lily Leaves

Raindrops On Tiger Lily Leaves

Remus Being Dried Off. What a little derp!

Remus Being Dried Off. What a little derp!