Excerpt from Cole Swenson's "Noon"

The pages remind me of milk, and the words on it small sprinkles of chocolate that have been dashed into it that is left up to me to decipher. I may have a one track mind due to my new diet that my stomach has yet to adjust to but all in all, this is what I see.

The spacing of the words seem to make me feel at ease; free, before even reading the first stanza and preparing to unravel the underlying message the words hold. The breaks in between each thought and use of vocabulary instantly places me in a setting of intimacy, not necessarily romance. Specifically the words, "body" "hands" and "lip(s)" are repeatedly made reference to. Sensual, no?

The first page starts with a command and the narrator then is lost in his or hers own captivity into his or hers partner's body (of course the meaning is up for debate, this is just how my mind allows me to unravel this specific piece). Between the white sheets, thoughts are broken and a new world is revealed...
The top of the second page reads,

"And now the body is yours

and you fill it completely

what moved and say here:

what

and it moves

let me touch your lip..."

This is an example of the broken language I mentioned earlier. I feel as if the narrator is having a freeing moment, leading up to a possible climax? Who am I to say? However, this is my blog and these are my thoughts...I am free to interpret this piece however I may please, correct? Let us go on... :)


The two lovers are making both a physical and ultimately divine connection, their thoughts are not complete, in between motion is dead space filled with a fragment that utters out what may be lust and love and fascination all at once.

The end of the poem leads me to believe that everything that has happened previous to this stanza has been a pure dream or fantasy of some sort. The language has changed. It is lonely, it is no longer broken and tied into intimacy, it has learned of the reality that holds it down.

We Are Not the Poem

When reading the passage, We Are Not the Poem, in Natalie Goldberg's, Writing Down the Bones, I felt confused, at first. The opening line reads, "The problem is we think we exist." If you think as I do, we now share the same confused faces. The passage speaks of how when we write we are simply writing how we feel about a certain issue at that moment in time. Goldberg stresses for us not to let our writing make us, but to let us make the writing; that's how I took it. She speaks on how we change daily and I agree with this statement. With each day we learn something new, our take on life changes, our perceptions morph and twist into new meanings with each day.

After reading the passage in full, I thought of my own journal. I read back on past events and even dusted off one of my old journals from middle school and read a few entries. I chuckled as I thought about Goldberg's passage, in realization that she was right! A lot of things that I use to complain about and a lot of past pains that I felt to be SUCH a big deal, looking back on it now at an older age, were not.


Our perception changes daily. Let's continue to be freed by writing, but let's not get so wrapped up in our written words that we can not change our spoken word when it needs to be...

Take me to your leader...

I come in peace. o_o...Heh ^_^"...

Hello fellow holders of awesome creativeness. My name is Kierra Bonds but I prefer Kiki (key-key). Mom only calls me by the gov. name when I'm in some type of trouble. Which I rarely get into, I'm a good kid. Why I refer to myself as "kid" when I am nearing 21? I don't know. Maybe because it flows better than "I'm a good young-adult". I mean, who says that? Haha.

I'm a natural born goof ball. When I'm not joking about randomness and feeding my infatuation for Japanese Anime, I am admiring various shades of green and orange. I'm an Art Major with a passion for digital photography and a fascination for graphic design. In my free time I write short stories with the assistance of Panda, my laptop; and attempt to make music with Panda II, my guitar.

I like Pandas.

...and Arizona Tea.

These are a few of the many simple things that make me smile. I hate my smile though. But that's a different blog for a different day.

PS. I tend to experiment with my hair A LOT lol, do not be alarmed...:D
Here is a short video showcasing a few of the different hair phases I've went through. All photos edited and taken by me (two "woots" for being an Art Major!)