FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT KNOW MY WHOLE STORY, THIS WILL MAKE A LOT OF SENSE. in high school I had reoccurring dreams of a symbol–a hand with an eye on it. Dreamed it all the time. I had no idea what it meant, but it remained with me always. A few years later I […]
A TRAUMA THEORY (published in FRiGG Magazine) Amy J. Sprague It was my third year in college when I first heard the term string theory. I remember moving forward slightly, waiting anxiously for what he’d say next, and as the professor strolled over quantum physics and how this theory could explain all the forces of […]
I. It’s the coldest January I’ve known the white light coming in through the protective glass– white, I think, like my grandmother’s white sheets she’d hang in June. The white light coming in takes me for a turn and I think for a moment– is it color? Or space? Like the space we can never […]
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I’m writing an ode to my favorite poet, Louise Gluck. To join in the fun, come and celebrate the three year anniversary at d-verse poets pub! I’m writing this poem based on my favorite poem by Gluck–”Mutable Earth.” I carry that one with me in my wallet. Rosanna Warren has described Gluck’s writing, for one […]
Well I am on a spree of sleepless nights (I wasn’t on my adhd med for a week and then took it late the other night–I’m all fucked up) so I thought I’d write to you about a few things: ADHD, a little on the moods in bipolar, a little Ptsd, destructive behavior, and sex. […]
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by Joseph D. Reich For those who have suffered years of emotional and spiritual abuse and neglect (tormented by sleazy manipulation and treated like a possession having your identity and ego stripped from you) it comes really as no surprise and something of a perverse psychological phenomena as well…
You know Amy, I’ve been looking around your fabulously constructed site and once again clicked on this post that I had previously commented on. It is just such a deeply insightful brilliant writing on the memoir that I just had to comment on it again! This should be a basis for a book, the writing, emotion and message are so intrinsic and eloquently written. xoD.G. Kaye
Your post was my favorite read today, so I don’t think you have writer’s bock. You’re just trying to force your writing into a pre-existing block – don’t worry – just keep writing, even if its just this stuff – it all works for me – you and toots are so cute – yes they become *you* right before your eyes.
Next poem I’m writing, I’ll send a picture of where I’m writing it. That made you real, seeing where you are. Love your tree too-old fashioned and colorful.
Ok, I pretty much love anything you write, but you know I’ve been that way a long time,Mosk
Hi Amy – Anne Sexton wrote of that rowing toward God that had to flow through so many “pestilential” rooms to arrive there, and this conversation with mother, or the Mothers (for me a Godhead, for sure), has work to do, difficult degrees to perambulate and cross and transgress and imbibe and transcribe. All are necessary, and possible too–if one believes that on the other side is a welcoming mother, or God. That’s a belief that is built poem by poem, day by day, don’t you? I have a water bride who is both my mother as I remember her standing over me at the sea when I was a baby — her voice blent with the water — and my ocean deity, whoever beckons me to the next poem. Keep it up, girl. There’s always a next door in the dream of the life.Brendan