Sam Alexandra Rose

Tag: writing

  • Blackout Poetry

    Spent a little bit of time this evening adding some blackout poetry to my scrapbook. Clippings courtesy of old Writers Magazine issues, word-twisting by me.

    Also, here is the front cover of my scrapbook – isn’t it gorgeous?

  • The Power and Purpose of Blogging, and Why You Should Write

    This is a guest blog post by Sheryl Chan from A Chronic Voice. Read on to find out why you should write your way through chronic illness, and discover more about Sheryl below!

    Why Write?

    Blogging about chronic illnesses can be hard work. For some, the exposure of their privacy or the intimacy of the topics can be a
    deterrent. Others struggle with expressing their thoughts, or posting content on a regular basis. Vicious, unconstructive trolls who don’t even bother reading are an energy drain. Usually, it is a combination of all of these factors. So why do we even bother?

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  • New Poems In Bindweed Magazine!

    I have three poems in Bindweed Magazine! The poems are on the website right now and they will be in the print version of the magazine in October. You can read them here!

    Two of these poems are about my brother and the middle one is about me and my parents trying to distract ourselves from my illness back in the day. So they are really important to me and I’m quite proud of them, so I’m very happy to have them published!

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  • One – My First Lit Mag Appearance

    A bit of time travelling this morning – this is the first poem I had published in a literary magazine. It was published in Obsessed With Pipework, a Flarestack publication, in 2006 when I was 18. Before that, I also had poems published in two anthologies (in 2004 and 2005, so at the age of 16 and 17), but this was my first magazine publication. I actually submitted a longer version of this poem, but the editor decided he liked the firs three lines and asked if he could just publish those. I still remember the full poem off by heart:

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  • New Poems Published!

    I have four poems in this anthology, Dandelion In A Vase of Roses! Available in paperback and on Kindle.

  • body ode

    reasons why my body is awesome:

    low blood pressure
    very little trouble sleeping
    haven’t vomited since January 2011
    bones all intact 

    badass scars
    cute dimple at old stoma site
    super-efficient waste disposal system
    tattoos

    clear skin
    soles of feet have a pleasing arch
    mad hair that sometimes looks pretty good
    ambiguously-coloured eyes
    back curves in, butt sticks out
    boobs
    pretty good legs
    GREAT hands
    ticklish
    baby face needs ID for buying alcohol
    can smell onion rings cooking at twenty paces

  • Poetry reading

    Little old me reading a couple of my poems. Rare sighting! I’m running away and hiding now.

  • stand back

    stand back:
    I’m writing poetry

    this requires two hands
    one to hold the pen
    one to grasp a piece of star
    and determine how it feels –
    what’s it like when those
    jagged edges cut the skin
    and does the blood glisten
    as much as this artefact I
    stole from the sky

    stand back:
    this is going to get messy

    there is crimson on the page
    crimson on my palms, crimson
    on the pen and now crimson in
    my mouth and the metallic tinge
    is how I imagine stars taste but
    I have to know for sure so I
    lean down and touch the tip of
    this fragment of space mountain
    with my tongue and it is like a
    silver shard of sugar tainted by
    the darkness that has tried to
    engulf it for a million years but
    it has endured until now – now,
    now it heaves its last breath as
    it lies in my hand. I have plucked
    it from its habitat and I have
    killed it. turns out the darkness
    was the only thing keeping it
    alive, and it flushes gently,
    dimming for longer with each
    pulse until it is nothing but a
    piece of grey coal and my
    vermillion hands are glowing
    as if it has given its life to them.

  • caged

    someone opened the cage door
    but I have nowhere to fly to.
    I fear my wings won’t take me
    far enough. what is the outside
    world like? which way is right?
    who would want me to fly to them
    anyway? I’m sure I’ve no idea. they
    might as well just shut me in. here I
    will collect dust while those
    around me take flight. I don’t
    know where to fly or if I’m even
    capable of flying, much less
    going on my own.

  • the definition of insanity

    I can’t remember who I wrote this for or why, but it was probably important at the time.