Writing Wednesday: Voicemail Poetry

So this’ll be a short post, as it’s not so much “blogging” as it is shameless self promotion which, btw, I am queen at.

I’ve been doing slam poetry for four years now. Around this exact time when I was twenty, I was fumbling through writing my first two ever pieces: ‘Just a Drunk Kiss’ and ‘Where the Fraggles Roam.’ Heck, you can even watch me performing for the first time ever in front of a live audience here and here. Anyone who’s seen me perform as of late can vouch that I have, thankfully, come a long way.

Starting out doing slam, I participated in open mics and talent shows when I could. It wasn’t until 2013 that I participated in the Ashland Poetry Slam – taking first and second place each time I competed. Then New Zealand happened and I didn’t touch poetry for an entire year. Oh sure, I might’ve dabbled a poem or two while there, but traveling, wrangling livestock, hitchhiking, drinking with people from all over the world, and constant searching for free WiFi took up the majority of my time. Anyway, now I’m at the Portland Poetry Slam, which is awesome and I’ve met a ton of cool people and I’m writing a lot again and yay for the way life works out!


My “still in shock that I won a slam” face.

Okay, enough of the boring history of my adult poetry life. To the self promotion!

A poem of mine was featured on Voicemail Poems yesterday. It’s a poem that I’m sure most people from the PDX Poetry Slam are getting a little sick of hearing, but it’s one I’m very proud of. It’s called “i will not beg for scraps” that I wrote for the final competition to get into IWPS last August. (Fair warning: there’s some profanity in the piece.)

If you can’t listen to it for whatever reason, the text can be read here. Anyway, I’m just happy that it got chosen to be featured and am pleased that so many people have been telling me good things. I feel like I have a lot of good things coming my way poetry-wise this year, so if this is how I kick off 2015 then bring on the other eleven months.

That… is literally all I have to say as of right now. But I’ve got a sure to be excellent entry I’m gonna write on Monday about the amazing weekend I have coming up… Stay tuned!

JGask out.

PS. Make sure to check out  more of Voicemail Poems collection over on their Tumblr and Soundcloud!

Fan Girl Friday: Once Upon a Time a Tree and a Raccoon Made Me Cry.

Groot and Rocket.

Rocket and Groot.

I spend a lot of time thinking about these two.


How Rocket has to remind Groot not to smile during jobs or drink fountain water or worry about losing limbs because they’ll just grow back. How Rocket does not mock or belittle Groot’s vocabulary when explaining the way his friend speaks to the other Guardians. How Rocket is the only Guardian who can understand Groot. How Rocket worries when Groot takes the battery out too early in their plan, because he knows that he’s unable to protect his friend without a firearm of sorts. How Rocket runs at Ronan after losing Groot, not even caring how unpredictably powerful Ronan’s become, because all he can think is that Groot is dead. How Rocket, who you would never expect to see cry, openly weeps when he assumes he’s forever lost his best friend. How Rocket beams with pride as he holds his little potted plant at the end of the film.


Art by deviantart’s zzigae

How Groot grows his body as a literal and physical shield to protect Rocket during fights. How, when The Collector’s place is about to blow, the first thing Groot does is grab Rocket and get the hell out of there. How Groot stands by his friend in every scuffle and situation, but is also not afraid to tell Rocket when he doesn’t agree with him. How Groot allows Rocket to climb up onto his shoulder during fights, to give him more of a physical advantage. How Groot, the gentle giant that he is, forcefully attacks Drax after he insults Rocket by calling him “vermin”. How Groot gave his life for all the friends he’d made, but especially Rocket. How Groot starts out so big and strong, and in the end is smaller than a raccoon.


Art by deviantart’s Wetrilo

How much they equally take care of each other. How much they need each other. How they are perfect compliments.

How these two idiots would not last five seconds without the other.

How I really really REALLY need a Rocket and Groot BROTP movie. Like, yesterday.

Just… just shut up and give me that movie.

Give me that movie now.


Time to be Astonishing :: 20 New Years Resolutions

Happy New Years everyone!

Insert paragraph here wherein I make rambling excuses for the lack of writing on this blog and blather on about all the post travel/seasonal depression I’ve been dealing with and blah blah blah okay bored now.

So. New Year. New changes. New resolutions. I figured this could be a good way to bring myself back to this blog: by forcing you guys to read all twenty of my resolutions for 2015.

I considered not overloading myself with resolutions for once, maybe keeping it to a three to five minimum, but in a recent chat with one of my boyfriend’s roommates I was told that it was a positive quality that I often bite off more than I can chew. I also figured, hey, I’m turning 25. This should be a big year so, what the hell, I’m gonna make a big list.

So. Here we go.


Prince Joffrey ain’t got nothing on me.

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