The Swimming Hole Whispering pines spoke sacred vows As you entered into my valley Inevitable, the way water flows Feet entwined, gingerly at first The slow slide the Swift plunge Limbs spread wide Ceaselessly searching the divinity of desire your … Continue reading
I assume you all read my Writer’s Process Blog post (ugh-hreehmm!). Therefore you’ve already met Mesayah. He is doing a 365 day poetry writing challenge but this time (yes, this is his second go around) he is soliciting artists to … Continue reading
Written for NaPoWriMo: National Poetry Writing Month
I love watching TV. There are moments in a script where the characters are talking to me. No, not in the I hear voices kind of way, or the narcissistic idea that this was written just for me. It’s more … Continue reading
I met Sarah on the Writer’s Cafe. I fell instantaneously and hard for her poetry.Many times it felt as though she’d crawled inside my head and plucked out a feeling I knew intimately. She graciously read and reviewed my work in exchange and her advice has been invaluable. So of course I wanted to feature her in Tuesday Talent. And thankfully she agreed.
Sarah Williams is an American poet living on the Central Coast of California. She graduated from the California State University of Fresno’s English Program with a focus on literature and poetry. Her poetry has been published in various online and print journals, including the Boston Literary Review, The Verse, The Fifth King Press, The Paper Bag Press, Sympathetic Souls Poetry Journal, etc. Additionally, her first collection of poetry entitled “The Other Side of Up“, printed by Within the Mirror Literary Press, is available in print through all online and brick and mortar retailers.
Who inspires Sarah
Poetically, I have been inspired by many different writers through the years. If I had to choose two poets who have most inspired my own work, I would have to say Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg. Both of these amazing talents were what I consider “before their time”. They pushed the envelope of modern poetry and paved the way for writers like myself to enjoy the freedom of poetic expression.
What Sarah does
What Sarah Does best
I would like to think that what I do best is write. I certainly feel most at home when I am indulging my poetic inspirations, whether that is sitting in front of my laptop or on a bench by the ocean scribbling in a notebook.
What other profession Sarah would like to attempt
What turns Sarah on creatively, spiritually or emotionally
I like to ask and answer questions. My writing always has a “deeper meaning” that either questions or makes an assertion as to the way that the world works in terms of how we are all connected. I love mythology, and I find learning about/researching the way that the world used to work helps me to make connections to how things have evolved and work today. I suppose that learning in general is what keeps me moving forward in this world, because when we stop asking questions and demanding answers we are no longer growing as spiritual beings.
Where to find Sarah
You can learn more about my professional editing and ghostwriting services by visiting my website at www.wellspringwritingservices.webstarts.com . My poetry collection, “The Other Side of Up“, can easily be found on Amazon.com, and can be ordered through most online and brick and mortar booksellers.
Where Sarah got her Talent/Education
I’m not sure that I can answer the question “where did I get my talent”, as that would force me to assert that I have talent. Talent is a relative term, and thus I will leave it up to my readers to decide whether I am talented or not. I did, however, get my formal education through the California State University of Fresno’s English Program, which provided me with a fabulous education on style, form, function and overall literary foundation. Additionally, I have attended numerous workshops and symposiums on poetry, poetic style, modern verse and functional/effective writing.
Finally borrowing from Bernard Pivot- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
When the day of my death arrives and I am standing before the One great Creator of my existence, my greatest hope would be to hear that I lived a life of humility and compassion. I would also love to know that I have touched people emotionally, and that perhaps my name and work will live on beyond my death.
What would I do, if not write?
Who would I be without words?
The sharpness of my pen dissects deeply,
as a scalpel through husk and sinew,
right down to the very crux of it all:
cardinal red, as
Thoughts scatter and reform,
no sense in endeavoring to corral them—
for they are wary rabbits in a viridian glade
who only approach when I am most still.
I have given up – completely –
trying to navigate the torturous labyrinth
that is me, laid out in hard corners,
dead ends, and
What if I am deranged — afflicted
with some unidentifiable disorder?
For my head is so often lurking
in places that others dare not venture—
you think too much, I have been told,
but not everything is as it seems,
and I cannot be idle when Phanes’ creation
begs for definition and feverish declaration—
even if my lines do not rival the masters
or offer any lasting
The lacing of my brain must be unusual,
the channels crossed, impulses erratic—
yesterday, I watched a flock of gulls circling,
one flew opposite the others, forging
his own startlingly divergent course.
I suppose every species has its variants,
and every variant chooses an individual path.
Image: (1) Sarah by DCT (I had a little fun with this one.)
***This is a regular feature on my blog. Tuesday Talent Interviews are designed to introduce you to a myriad of incredible artisans. Make sure to check out the others. Enjoy!
Hmmmm! I had big plans to post a poem yesterday but the day just seemed to run away. I have been writing quite a bit as of late over at the writer’s café. I plan on posting them here from time to time. At least after I have worked out the kinks. So here are yesterday’s words.
A Poem by DCT ponderings
The curve of our story
Along the soft pads of my toes
In colors composed
Let me be your canvas
Lay upon me your embrace
Show me the hues
The black lines of your art
In Ink of unspoken words
Upon my blank page
Love letters gentle caress
A masterpiece mapped out
Upon my white translucent skin
In your darkest ink
Our love painted
In outlines of solemn secrets
Inscriptions not yet written
With every word
Trusting Whispers dyed
Your pen etching
Across lazy afternoons
Intertwined fingers dancing
In sunlit shadows upon the floor
Blast from This Blogs Past
The Weekend Reading List
- The Leg of Lamb – A Modern Parable ~ I suspect this will make you stop and think as it did me about why we do what we do how we do it.
- It’s Time to remember ~ because even remembering is a process
- Why You Never Truly Leave High School ~ To A friend from high school who just reminded me “you can the kid out of Radnor but you can’t take Radnor out of the Kid”.
Image:YASMINA ALAOUI and the Words: Are All Mine