“The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables. Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day I would be grounded, rooted. Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives. The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight. Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do. I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling. You will find a good man soon.” The first psycho therapist told me to spend three hours each day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and ears plugged. I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet. The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth. Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness when they care more about what they give than what they get. The pharmacist said, “Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.” The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me forget what the trauma said. The trauma said, “Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington Bridge into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said, “Write the poems.” WritingMadnessTrauma Book:The Madness Vase Source: The Madness Vase
“In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.” IfsKnowsInspirationalWritingStillsTogetherPoetryForgetArmsLettersSweatersLove LetterYarn Author:Andrea Gibson
“Don't google your name. Ever. Don't “search” for yourself on anything that glows in the dark. Don't let your beauty be something anyone can turn off. Don't edit your ugly out of your bio. Let your light come from the fire. Let your pain be the spark, but not the timber. Remember, you didn't come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.” WritingHeartLightPainRememberTurnsNamesDarkFireUglySparksGoogleEditsRemember YouRemembers YouTurn OffTimberBiosGlow In The Dark Author:Andrea Gibson
“I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong” Writing Author:Andrea Gibson
“The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” WantWritingSaidGriefCryTraumaBones Author:Andrea Gibson
“Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.” WritingHeartRememberRemember YouRemembers You Author:Andrea Gibson
“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.” WayWritingHeartDifferentSoulHomeLightFormDarkMillionsPiecesCuttingShadowMy SoulNot AfraidLove PoemsConstellationsWay Home Author:Andrea Gibson
“I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.” FeelsWritingRememberSilencePracticeAirListeningWeightChaosHeavyConnectedHealSilence IsHeavy Weights Author:Andrea Gibson
