A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 23

I was gathering strangeness, like little stones. Tossing
them into a jar, waiting for the water to rise to the
top. A thirsty crow, negotiating…

Just dropped Part 23 of the series: “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the poem here.
Catch up on the previous post that has the recording of Part 14 if you haven’t heard it already!! This series has been active now since the end of July and we’re up to 23 poems and 14 audio recordings. Hope you’ve been following!!

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 22

America. That first winter. Meeting snow. Meeting
race. Both cold. So cold. Learning the right way to
drive on the wrong side…

Dropped Part 22 of the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. Read the poem here.
Catch up on the previous post that has the recording of Part 13 if you haven’t heard it already!!

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 20

That time, alone, without a phone, hungry, afraid, the rain
beating down for three days straight, flooded streets like

prison moats. The Bay of Bengal…

So I just dropped Part 20 of the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. Read the whole poem here.
Catch up on the previous post that has the recording of Part 11 and some backstory! Want to hear your thoughts!!

Interlude (9)

Click here for the reading of Part 09 of the new series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. This has been so interesting to do and as the readings are still several poems behind (I’ve posted 17 parts so far), it feels like I am engaging anew with those earlier poems and feelings. Personally, this is both the most difficult series I’ve had to write and the most fun I’ve had writing!

Listen! And keep giving me your feedback!

Thirteen ways to tell your story

1
don’t say a word —
at least one other person
knows the syntax of silence.

2
don’t block the sunshine
with your words:
shadows tell a different story.

3
the rabbit hole of the past
has only one exit.
you have to come back
the same, painful way.

4
write poems soaked
in metaphors,
let readers find their
own stories.

5
you are the hero of your story —
bruised, broken, brazen,
beautiful. every word has
roots in your nervous system.

6
look in the mirror. often.
what do you see?
what are you writing?

7
a story cannot grow skin.
raw, bleeding, exposed,
every eye that falls upon it
must cut it a little more.

8
your story is a tragedy.
even you
must die in the end.

9
wait till the crow
returns before
you segue into a confession.
more can be said
under cover of dark.

10
nothing is so big
that it won’t fit
into a sentence,
a paragraph, a chapter.
50 years is only a
few pages long.

11
brevity is the red
wheelbarrow. Basho
spun the entire
Universe on a
17 syllable axis.

12
facts don’t wear
euphemisms. when life
sucks, call out the
fucking cheat.

13
tell your story
as if no one is listening.
trust me, no one is.

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Posted this as part of Interlude (7) of the poetic memoir I am writing but decided it needed its own space too. I think it speaks about my process right now as I write “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. If you’ve been there before, do you have any pointers?