reading. writing. photographing.
I've been feeling creatively restless lately. I keep wanting to make changes to this space—to rebrand, redesign, rewrite. I've gone so far as to buy a new domain name and play around with other hosting options again. Every time I get in this headspace, though, I always experience a failure to launch. In part, because… Continue reading Thoughts on Conscious Self-Expression
backyard happy hour. We all have our little hells, things we must live through without a certain end. I don’t think of hell as some crackling, fiery place but that time we spend crucifying ourselves over the uncontrollable whims of life. Hell is the knife of emotion that takes hold in the heart, winding it’s way through the chest, cracking… Continue reading Little Hells: A Poem
I don't think I've participated in a blog linkup/questionnaire since my college/post-grad days. But I saw a blogger friend post this to her site recently and thought it would be fun to do. It's funny because I had already been thinking of ways I could branch out with my blog and this felt like a… Continue reading Recommitting to My Creative Spirit: A Blog Questionnaire
I wrote this poem over a year ago now—one evening after logging off from work, back when I was still working from home. It was supposed to be a blog post but very quickly it started to become something else. I don't think I realized it was a poem, though, until I was almost halfway… Continue reading You saw the trailer but not the movie: a prose poem
I wrote this last August while sitting up in bed, avoiding sleep. I’m not a great sleeper. I’m usually watching TV, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, occasionally reading. I should read in bed more. But this night, I spent at least part of my dawdling bedtime hours writing this poem. If I’m being completely honest,… Continue reading A Poem I Wrote While Avoiding Sleep
journaling on my lunch break. Here's the thing. I want to get back to that place in my creative life when I created because it was fun and not because I was trying to be somebody. I want to write again because it gives me solace, allows me to express myself in ways I could… Continue reading Thoughts on Creative Living
Lauren Michelle Brock 