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Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on September 25, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Drastic, chaotic things call to me–
drown me in could-be, disown me
for turning away to live something
like normalcy.

Mundane, boring things call to me–
blind me with can-do, bind me
for turning toward a life of


Bread (the thing I want)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

You tempt like a fresh-baked loaf of bread,

warm and yeasty and full of holes,

and I don’t care anymore about what it might do to me.

I want you: you joyful thing, you cake of angel,

you vanilla god. I want to be satisfied by you.

What is your shelf life? Can I can you? Can you

help me to preserve this? Because this moment

is beautiful, and you are beautiful, and I want

this to last forever. I’m not so Zen, I don’t want

longing, I want satisfaction. I want you.

So, will you stay? Be my kin, be my love.

I can’t bake for one, I can’t live for one.

If I were to tempt you, how would I appear?

Am I the wine to your flesh? Could I slake

your dry throat before your lecture?

Be my bread, the thing I want,

not what I need,

be ever-present, be timeless.

Be mine, and rise beside me.

Secretly, a Two-Way Street.

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on September 20, 2013 by Sarah aka Sarjé

All’s quiet on the northern front,

or relatively so: besides the occasionally

clip-clopping shoe, the randomly-pounded

doors across the street, and that steady,

rhythmic, late-night clanging that’s been

going on a week. But mostly it’s Creeper slapping

against the iron rail, and the too-soon-redness

of that single maple tree’s leaves which skitter

the wrong-way down the road, the last hanging-on

bits of glass chiming-in the brusquely blowing

call of autumn. All’s receding by the tug of the

harvest moon: it’s singular wide face smiling

as if to say we’re done, hang it up and hibernate.

All of me is quiet, but not still and not asleep. Too

long-stagnated, the baby and the bathwater

must now go to the birds. Build hovels if you like

but I’m not going to say goodnight, nor yet goodbye.

All’s booming with thunder, all’s frisson and

feeling: that surety of feet on a still-green

woodland trail, still fresh and spring-y.

That certainty is brand-new pulsing in my veins.

Embarking on Camp NaNoWriMo 2013

Posted in on writing, Personal Notes with tags , , , , , on June 29, 2013 by Sarah aka Sarjé

In July, I’m going to be working on another month-long writing program, NaNoWriMo’s writing camp, which bills itself as “an idyllic writer’s retreat smack-dab in the middle of your crazy life.” To be honest, life hasn’t been any much crazier than usual. Just warmer, and with more power outtages.

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) was created with the purpose of folks writing novels of 50,000 words or more, in a month. I’ve participated in the November program for a number of years, winning only once–2011. This year, I’m rebelling.

My plan is to write 50,000 words (although, the wordcount goal is flexible at Camp–and you can change it up through July 25, when “validation” begins), but not of a novel.

Instead, I’m planning to clean house. To sweep away the detritus of my mind’s rooms, focusing on short stories, poems, and script ideas. Ideally, at least one story will stand out, and lead to a better plan for November, when I’ll work on a novel again.

I’m also considering trying some children’s literature, for which I may also sketch out illustration ideas.

So, I’m using Camp as a clearinghouse. Some of the work will indubitably be posted here. I’m also gratified to have found a group of likeminded folks working on a wide variety of projects, all of whom are interested in critique and future publication.

For one week in July, I’ll also be at a real-life camp, living in a tent and writing in between sessions of gorging myself on Danish food, dancing, and singing my lungs out. Thankfully, there’s also internet access. 🙂

This is gonna be fun. If you’d like to join me, visit

In View

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , on April 12, 2013 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Way above our heads, Steely Dan and Styx

are playing, and hundreds of cameras

watch, while we wear fancy dress.

I have on that sequined, swirly-patterned

blouse you bought for two-twenty-five–

a steal–but the only steal–cos

every single thing is in view.

Staring up at the multi-colored ceiling,

in my multi-reflective blouse,

I see hundreds of black spots:

cameras, to watch our every move.

A Return to Writing–2013 Goals

Posted in Personal Notes with tags , , , , , on December 27, 2012 by Sarah aka Sarjé

At long last, I return to write again. I have been sadly lagging in my productivity as a writer, these long months. But now, again, I have no excuse. I received a new laptop–from which I am writing this post–for Christmas, and I hope to utilize it to redevelop my writing habits.

As it is the end of the year, I feel it’s only fitting to list my goals for the coming one. I did something similar a few years ago, though it wasn’t at the New Year–a visual goal-map. This year, I’ll admit, I just don’t have the time to create a visual representation of my goals. To be honest, much of what’s on the old one still stands, but I’m a bit more specific these days, I think.

I should be clear, that I intend to be kind to myself about these goals. I am not one for “resolutions.” I never have been, as I feel they are entirely too “loaded.” The deck is stacked against you if you are too hard on yourself about what you want to change or improve in your life. These are just things I want to work on/towards, throughout the upcoming (albeit, arbitrarily determined) year.

So, without further ado:

I intend to be kinder to my body.

This includes endeavoring to improve my intake in all regards, and utilize my physical capacities to a greater extent. To be more specific, I intend to “redesign” my physical makeup by returning to a “diet” that worked for me in the past–The Slow-Carb Diet, as described in Timothy Ferriss’ book The 4-Hour Body. I also intend to quit smoking cigarettes. And, if I’m really good, perhaps I’ll get back to practicing yoga, and even get my road cycle fixed up to start using in the warm months.

I intend to be kinder to my spiritual and creative self.

This includes improving my living space and making room in my schedule for spiritual and creative needs. Ideally, I will develop habits that allow me to get the rest, relaxation, and meditation I need. I will develop good habits of practicing creativity. (Hopefully, this also means more regular posts in this blog, and perhaps in others, as well…I’m thinking about re-introducing my film reviews on The Cinema Virus!)

I intend to appreciate (and improve) my everyday personal and professional life.

Mainly, this entails continuing/advancing my career path (which has changed, I am now a manager at a pizza place), and taking (or making) opportunities so I don’t stagnate. I am very grateful to have a job, and hopeful that I will be able to keep growing it as a career. That said, I also want to work and help my friends (something I’ve been able to do from time-to-time in the last year), and work on my own business endeavors. For the time being, I want to focus on getting published!

I’d also like to maintain my personal relationships, keep making new friends, and make the time for social interaction.

In closing, 2012 was a very good year for me, in many regards. I got a promotion, I interacted socially in lots of new venues, I worked on maintaining my existing relationships, and made a lot of new friends. I also went through some tough times, personally and professionally–but I prefer not to dwell on the negative, or indeed, on the past in general. I am very grateful for all the experiences that have gotten me to this point, and I am looking forward to the coming days. While, of course, remaining…right here. In this moment.

What are your plans and goals for 2013?

In gratitude and joy,


Developing a Writer’s Life (NWPR #3)

Posted in on writing, Personal Notes with tags , , , , on April 23, 2011 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Today, I want to talk about writers’ habits.  I’ve read a lot of advice that suggests that you need to schedule regular time, every day, to write.  This is aided if you have a specific location that is just for writing.

For me, this is not bad advice, but it is nigh impossible to follow, or at least, it has been.  I am not a person who lives by schedules.  Ask anyone I was in college with, and they’ll tell you I was often late, or missing altogether, from studies.  I stayed up entirely too late at night.  I was your quintessentially poor student.  How did this happen?  Probably a lot of it stems from some insecurities about success.  My college days were a “one-eighty” from primary and secondary school (ah yes, we’re going back a ways now).  In high school, I was top of my class and involved in tons of activities.  I wasn’t always completely on-top of my homework, but I generally got the job done, and graduated with honors.

So what happened?  Yes, I have asked myself this question quite often.  Maybe I burned out early.  I certainly rested on my laurels.  I didn’t graduate from university, and I don’t see a way back, now (although, I haven’t given up the goal of completing my degree).  Needless to say, employment opportunities are a bit sparse for a person in my position.

In more recent years, I’ve worked to develop a “more” scheduled lifestyle, at least endeavoring to sleep at appropriate times.  I try to notice when things need doing, and do them.  But my overarching problem exists.  And I’ve repeatedly come to the conclusion that this problem is — drum-roll please — I don’t finish what I start.  This quality is so ingrained, that I haven’t “finished” solving the problem (actually, I suppose this is more of what Al Watt would call “dilemma.”).  I doubt there is any cut-and-dried answer, but the writer’s advice is a solid start.

Create a schedule, and define a location to work in.  And stick to it, and do it.  I’ve been under the impression that it takes at least three weeks of concerted effort to build a new habit.  I haven’t made it this far yet.  “Real life” interrupts, and I’m not quite strong enough to fight back for my writer’s life.  But I’m working on it.

Maybe I won’t manage to write the way so many advise.  Maybe I’ll have to make up my own rules as I go along (as, I suspect, most of us have to do).  Developing a writer’s life runs parallel to developing a novel’s story.  I’m revising my own personal narration, in order to become the author I want to be.  I can no longer rest on my laurels, nor can I wallow in my defeats.  I can only move forward with this day, and strive to live a writer’s life long enough that it becomes the habit and the way.