Tag: poet

Posting online

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I speak my mind,and a barren screen replies. I raise my voice,but an abandoned field flows by. Perhaps the goalisn't to raise my voice to the void but to find meaningin the emptiness. To find a home. Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

A poem of mine got published!

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in Randomness

One of my poems got published with Sheila-Na-Gig, and it's up! I am one of eight poets chosen for the Under Age 30 section. You can check it out here. I had the first stanza stuck in my head while wandering around a Target back in 2020. I'm not sure where the words came from. … Continue reading A poem of mine got published!

ARC Review — The Art of Sidewalking

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in ARCs

Title: The Art of SidewalkingAuthor: Cole FeldmanGenre: PoetryPages: 133 pagesPublication date: September 11, 2021 Thank you, Cole Feldman, for giving me an ARC copy of the book in exchange for a fair review! The Art of Sidewalking's blurb lured me in after talking about seeing the mundane as art. Magic in everyday tasks is an … Continue reading ARC Review — The Art of Sidewalking

Blind decisions

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I scramble under a bushhiding my soul Decisions chase after me,leaving to-do lists in its wake Perhaps if I turn the other way,I could catch a bit of a break But Decisions find meno matter where I turn And I end up choosing blindly Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

Perception is key

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I walked up to you, talking about butterflies.How they formed from the uglyand morphed into a creature we could only dream of. You said something along the lines of howbutterflies can be beautiful to me,but the credence of it is more complicated than that. I tilted my head and took a step back, confused.Butterflies had … Continue reading Perception is key

The past

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

The past catches up to me,hands me an old file,and walks away without saying a word. It takes a while for me to open the file,not wanting memories to take overand leave me unproductive for the night. But when I do, I fall to my knees.Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and reliefall swarm me, taking … Continue reading The past

The stars

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I count the stars, which sounds impossible, but since I live in the city, I can. The night is a brown-gray mix with a handful of white dots. They blink a few times, checking to see if I’m still watching.  I am. Sometimes the red one—Mars—comes out for a hello. A legendary stardust member. It … Continue reading The stars