What could you create in the next 30 days? What would make you feel powerful? What would scare you a little? What would be useful in your life right now? What if we did it together?
Something to learn: think skills or useful information (30 Spanish phrases or be able to explain gender bread person to someone)
Something to create: art or structures (a book, an album, a painting, an igloo, a mandala)
Something to do: body & adventure (climb something really tall, go to the pool in a bikini, break your breathing underwater record)
When you pick your things, post them online somewhere with the hashtag #create30 so other people can cheer you on & you can post your progress.
My June #CREATE30
1. Memorize 25 medicinal herbs and be able to identify the plants.
2. Make a new poetry chapbook/zine
3. Run a 5K race, in Washington, naked.
My first memory of Maya Angelou was the Inauguration of President Clinton, my family huddled around the TV, Ms. Angelou’s slow, firm words bringing the adults to tears. That prompted me, at 12 years old, to pick up up her poetry book from my grandmother’s dresser, her name embossed in gold on the cover. I remember being at a holiday gathering and sneaking into another room to read the whole book of poems. It was the first poetry book I ever read on my own. It was the first time I realized that “poet” was something you could BE. So much gratitude for the life and writing of this brave woman. “We are the possible, we are the miraculous.”
I started writing this poem at 7am one morning after my girlfriend left for work. We had been fighting about her trouble expressing feelings and I was reflecting on how hard it must be to do her job. As I started writing, she texted to say she was getting her friend Stacy as a patient. We went through the grief of that loss and my massive spring tour at the same time, all while moving in together and sneaking in dates in DC and South Padre. I’m just so grateful for her. I just needed to say that. Upworthy shared this on their site but I wanted to share it here too. I’ve had some really sweet emails from other nurses about how they have a hard time expressing feelings and since I express enough for the two of us, I’m happy to be useful in some way. So many thanks to folks who do the good work. Also, yay black holes.
Lindsay always be singing my life.
Captain Squash Reporting for Duty.
Today I worked out for an hour, sat on the gym floor reading poems, got on Facebook, got mad, made this.
Excerpt from the interview I did with Autostraddle. I’m just really glad I got to get GEBO in there. Hoping it catches on :) I learned so many words tonight! We need all the words we can get.