In my recent moments of pondering I have been compelled to think things through from a philosophical perspective and in doing so have begun to reread some of the early influences from Plato, and Aristotle. Through this new influence I was able to write some poetry not intended to summarize what my reading have been about, but more as a personal response as to how I come to examine what I am seeing in my journey through life. I hope that you all enjoy what I have come to gather in dissecting my views in response to some of the questions that come to us all and have been pondered upon in current times, and even in ancient ones.
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Boho in Verse: Second Childhood, by Meg
Name the animals, and the shapes
Categorize the anxieties
Color within the lines themselves only
Make wedding cakes of mud and twigs
Watch the seed unfurl to Heaven
Count every other ant
Wiggle your fingers to attract fireflies
Nestle a rock in your hands, and tell it your name
Skip to the sounds the stars are making
Laugh at the fortress of your ego
Cut and paste a new perspective
Sit and wave as the seasons pass
.rawr
I spend my days thinking about the modern kiss, the wind bringing sweetness on the wind, (honey breezes) and how you smelled before perfume, flesh and heat and salt, I spend my days thinking about dreams, riddles, I am the alpha wave and the omega wave, I am Holden Caulfield and Ponyboy Curtis, and Stephen Dedalus, I am I am I am, don’t drag me kicking and screaming from my mind, I am my daydreams, I am my introspection, I spend my days on more dreams, currency/bankroll = rubbish and raw, bring me something you didn’t see with your eyes, bring me something you didn’t hear, bring me something that came naturally, I spend my days dreaming of perfect little glances, shining little stars, and warm hearts, I AM THE SPIRIT OF WHAT IF, I AM THE SPRYTE OF WHAT IF, I AM THE SPEAR OF WHAT IF, I spend my days thinking of why you so pretty, I spend my days thinking off steam, I spend my days so that you can call me nobody if you want.
Boho in Verse: Autumn (a villanelle), by Meg
The light is slanted in the fall.
The leaves blow down the street.
There was no answer to my call.
Dust motes hover in the hall
where many friends would meet.
The light is slanted in the fall.
The Woods Alive Beyond the Darkness by Isis Lee
This poem was written by Isis Lee for our November issue. She was asked to write a poem that exuded a fairy tale feel and theme. Isis is nominated for a Bohemia Award in poetry.
Isis models for Bohemia from time to time.
The Woods Alive Beyond the Darkness
By Isis Lee
In the forest past the dark
Beyond the lives that men do seek.
Lives the hum and buzz of life
On past all the shade of trees,
There light is held to rest the shadows
Of the secrets nightfall dreams,
Diversity in Dialogue on World Poetry Day by Mandy B.
Poetry contributes to creative diversity, by questioning anew our use of words and things, our modes of perception and understanding of the world. Poetry is also the place where the profound link between cultural diversity and linguistic diversity is forged. The language of poetry, with its sounds, metaphors and grammar, stands as a barrier against the deterioration of the world’s languages and cultures. By exploring the great potential of language, poetic creativity enriches intercultural dialogue, the guarantor of peace. — UNESCO
March 21 is World Poetry Day, a time designated by the U.N. to examine the role poetry plays in intercultural dialogue. As someone who has studied and attempted to write poetry in a foreign language and has studied minority and international literature, I can attest to the power of words in breaking down social and cultural barriers. Poetry can transport us into experiences and stories otherwise inaccessible to the American or Western psyche.
Purge by Mandy B.
My very first blog with Bohemia examined the literature and language of the desert in the midst of a parching drought. As a college student, I came to love this kind of barren beauty. Our creative writing classes would take getaways to a tiny arts community in Southern Colorado called Crestone– a desert mountain community strewn with ashrams where the personalities were as tall as the Sangre de Cristo peaks. I also enjoyed trips with friends to Utah, backpacking away from cell phone service and the humdrum of daily routine. How I wish I could recapture that outlet for creative growth.
To quote Angela from Bones, if you stand still long enough, the desert will speak to you. Here is a poem from those dusty days.
Here
Where owl-men smoke out their wrongs
On ash-strewn evening porches
And flax-haired women pour their aches
Through last night’s broken, dreg-filled bottles
Out into the earth.
And bleed, bleed, deep, drip, drip, deep drops
Into the tongue-wet sunset paint.
Where corrugated, rusted metal
Splices splintered wood,
And children’s, even children’s hair
Grows grey and white and coarse
Here—here—all I feel is
Purge, purge, purge.
iBlog&Write by Mandy B.
Start thinking of your mobile device as one giant blinking cursor.
As a writer, my first medium of choice has always been pen and paper, especially for brainstorming. I love an especially inky pen and some kind of textured, thick paper that makes a faint scratching sound when I write. My next medium of choice is my MacBook Pro, wide and backlit and beautiful.
Unfortunately, my computer cord bit the dust about a week ago, and it will be at least another week before I can make it down to the Apple store in Austin to replace it. So, my blog post for today takes on organic form as I must find an alternative to pen and paper to deliver my media to the world wide web. Brace yourselves for typos and weird formatting– this blog post is all about, and all developed from, the iPhone.
I wanted to take a step back and look at apps and tools on smartphones that enable writers to do what they do best. Despite the growing tablet market, there is something about being able to hold your writing device in the palm of your hand that is alluring. The more portable, the better; it’s like the proverbial notepad by the side of a bed, on standby to record ideas at 3 a.m. or on the subway or on a picnic.
Phase 1: Inspiration
They say that to write well, you must read, read, read. Poetry magazine lovers, here’s no better media for this than the Poetry Foundation app. This app holds an archive of every poem its literary magazine Poetry has published since 1912, including T.S. Eliot’”s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”. Find poems by and bios of every major poet and some unknown ones, and try out the Foundation’s topical poetry spinner if you aren’t sure what you’re looking for. Aside from typical e-reader apps such as iBooks, one beautiful app for only $0.99 is 3D Classic Literature, a beautiful collection of classics in digital elegance.
Phase 2: Brainstorming
Shake for a writing prompt? Who knows what crazy word mashups could ensue (but let’s save that for another post). Check out the Writing Prompts app for some quirky ideas. If poetry or songwriting is your capacity, try RhymeNow Free Edition when you’re stuck on a line. The Dictionary.com app delivers the same practical reference as its namesake website, also with a complete thesaurus and no internet connection required.
Phase 3: Writing and Editing
Alas, the iPhone keyboard and screen are certainly not ideal for long-form writing. However, a good app and a little patience can go a long way. If it’s a novel or short story you’re writing, A Novel Idea is an interesting free app to test out. With it, you can map out your setting, theme, characters, and plot, scene by scene. iTalk Recorder can help the spoken word poet or traditional writer on a roadtrip record audio notes. Evernote is a great (also free) resource for writing, storing, and editing pieces of text. You can also attach an audio file, image, and tag a location with your writing, plus sync the iPhone account with your online account and Facebook and Twitter. If you are willing to fork out $4.99 for an app, Poet’s Pad makes a smooth one-stop-shop writing/brainstorming/editing software for a small device. Including writing prompts, form assistance, stanza reordering, and word association suggestions by emotion, this device is a fresh alternative to block text editing, allowing you to take it image by image, line
by
line.
No matter how you swing it, though, writing on a smartphone is slow and prone to glittery distractions such as texts, games, social media. This post, for instance, has taken me over a week to write. Help!
Phase 4: Publishing
Depending on your outlet of choice, bloggers are most likely to post via WordPress or Tumblr, both of which have functional albeit limited smartphone apps. My publishing app of the day will be WordPress. One unique multimedia story publisher is Blurb, an easy-to-use self-publishing software. Although designed for print (they make beautiful, reasonably-priced photo books including several I designed with our wedding pics), they have a micro-blog capacity online that can later be converted to a print capacity.
Final words of wisdom: Even the daintiest of hands and the wisest of writers can play a clumsy fool by late-night phonelight.
I Love My Hoodie by Daisie Mae Lewis (Lisa Hathaway)
I love every single fiber of your being 
how it molds you, forms you, holds you together
your texture and flawless colors, never cease to astonish me
I love everything you stand for
sewn and stitched with merely a seam
I miss you when your not next to me
when I’m at school or
when you’re in the wash
I admire your ability to accessorize
patches, badges, sash and such
with out you, lost I would be
you’re the perfect extension
for my uniform
I love YOU
my Girl Scout Hoodie
High Wire Pro by Lisa Hathaway
Lowering your guard for love, sometimes can be a bit like filling the shoes of a ” High Wire Pro”
Life is a circus some say..
I chuckle…
I walk the tight rope
Ever so carefully
Planning, technique, safety..safety..safety..
Always checking that there is a net secure and intact
Except this time…
I awake to find myself
Walking a tightrope
Did I take any precautions?
Is there a net?
If I fall
Who will catch me?
Dont look down, dont look down, dont look down
I am walking a tight rope
Afraid to breathe
Afraid
Any slight movement could send me
Falling, Falling, Falling
When up this high
There’s only one way down..
But I can make it across
To the other side
I am an old pro
I have done this many, many, times
I take a step forward
Hey..I am doing fine
Then I hear my name called…
From down below..
Not thinking
I look down
AHH..F*ck…
Here I go..
Falling, Falling, Falling
Is there a safety net?
I dont know..
I really hope that someone catches this
High Wire pro……………….
