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Angela van Son addresses privilege and stigma in her new poem “Back In The Day”

Published, and interviewed… I’m excited. And it feels very weird too 🙂

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Angela van Son, 42, Utretch, Netherlands, is a dutch procrastination coach and poet/writer, Angela explains that she began learning English at the age of 12, and while thinking she never had any creativity, took up a creative course that has led her to rekindle her love for creative writing.

“I loved writing when I was a child, and I’m happy it’s back in my life. I love to play with words, I enjoy the challenge of writing in English, and I love the surprise of an unfolding story or poem. I never know what I’m writing about until I do it.” – Angela van Son

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We wanted to find out a little more about Angela:

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

“I’m self-employed, working internationally as procrastination coach. I like to help people move forward when they’re stuck, and to work on what’s holding them…

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Cavities

there’s a well trodden path
of things I don’t talk about

every thought a footstep
wearing the soil of my brain
increasing subsidence

no bottom in sight
an intricate pattern
a labyrinth – no exit

I need diamonds
on the soles of my shoes

Today’s prompt at napowrimo.net was write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often. I ended up here. #NaPoWriMo day 5 is done!

Things to do at a party

Smile.
Congratulate.
Hand over present.
Have suitable follow up conversation.

Move on to another person.
Inquire how they are doing.
Answer the reciprocal question.
Lie – or break down.

Pretend to have fun.
Make more small talk.
Smile – or break down.

Repeat procedure
until exhausted.
Leave – and break down.

Smile.

A Tritina* Poem

On very rare occasions I reblog a poem by a fellow writer. Mainly when I’m especially struck by it. That happened to me this morning. The tritina is a poetic form that’s a bit of a challenge, but that has a powerful effect when well written.

I love how this one moves from fresh to rotten, how the water runs through all stanzas, how you can feel the temperature change even though that isn’t mentioned…

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did!

Reblogged with permission.

Poems and Drawings

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it was a warm night when we first met
a hazy moon reflecting off the rippling water
a gentle breeze rustling through crispy Autumn leaves

time passed as did the seasons and the leaves
and I wonder in dismay why we met
that night on the pebbles by the water

many years on the river now dry of water
replaced with an increasing torrent of mildewed leaves
a forgotten ode to when we first met

perhaps soon a water deluge will flush away the leaves and the first day we met…

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© Dawn Whitehand 2016

*See this link for the definition of a Tritina
Prompt from www.napowrimo.net

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Bjorre

Ikea by Gerald StolkHe sat in IKEA
enjoying his coffee
It was free
The only coffee he could afford

He sat in IKEA
enjoying the company
It was free
The only company he could afford

He sat in IKEA
enjoying the silence

It was the only conversation he could afford

The image was found on https://www.flickr.com/photos/gerardstolk/ His work is beautiful, I recommend checking it out!

The end

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This is the end, they said
The air thick with the stench of solemnity

I smiled and stopped breathing
Finally

The prompt for #OctPoWriMo was the end. Because we’re on day 29 an it’s almost over. Even though I joined very late, I’m happy I joined. I haven’t written this much in a long while.

OctPoWriMo works :)

The challenge on #OctPoWriMo today was to record yourself reading a poem. I remember how mortified I was when I read that prompt last year, but that I jumped in anyhow. I had never written a poem out loud, not even to my boyfriend.

I credit the prompt as an important contribution to me reading poems on stage half a year later, en to even share that experience on YouTube.

Today I’d like to share both recordings. Both to honour how marvellous this prompt has been for me, And because I have three children running around the house today, not a great setting for a new recording.