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  • Between the lines

    I have been opening one of Mary Oliver’s books to random pages & then I read that poem. She had written a poem about Mud & bogs & how hard it is to walk through. It reminded me of a tough July I had this Summer. Clambering between tall grass to not sink in. That’s how I felt this Summer when most days where filled with tears & not much else.

    I like re-reading poems that cause me to pause & to think about things. I also found my book of Contemporary American Poetry from university, opened it up & discovered that I still like the same poets & their tone. Li-Young Lee for example brings everything together in a poem titled The City In Which I Love You. He brings up terror & love almost in the same paragraph.

    China & the US are side by side in the poem. Darkness & light hold hands in that poem as it sways between the two worlds. It reminds me of what I lost & what I have gained. July still makes my heart ache & that’s why I love the narration in Mary Oliver’s words. How she punctuates the poem & direct her feelings towards a person or a feeling.

    My Fall has been full of exclamations & punctuation this year. Maybe it’s because I have a lot on my mind or maybe because I finally see 2 faced people for what they really are. Lying to your face also means they lie to others. Hence, not worth any space in my blog.

    No, love isn’t simple & it’s complicated to say the least. This Fall has really gotten me think about my relationship & the friendships I have with others. I think honesty is the best policy no matter how much it hurts or brings joy. I will never lie for the sake of someone.

    Maybe it’s because I am Present with my feelings no matter how hard they may be to feel. It’s one thing my trauma has taught me to be Present. It’s just better than pretending or lying. Something I don’t condone. Either be Honest or get out of my life. I guess is my new motto.

  • Track 22 from my book Greylight.

    Mouth opens to sky filled with zodiac; flashbulbs from cameras.

    Impatience stands by the information booth, waiting.

    Announcements over the PA—blinking train tracks & men in fatigues greet me. Street opens to car horns & midweek, midtown mayhem.

    Sitting at Rockefeller center counting tour books & cameras. Greeted by loss & joy. Saint Patrick’s opens its arms wide,

    pulling me in. Listening to languages, cameras coming in for solitude & pain. Sitting front row—listening to echoes of souls bouncing off

    the stained windows, leaping across marble floors.

    Tree-line means I’m at the park—crowds thinning & doormen appear, flagging taxis; ordered cars, where Money is.

    Crossing

    across eastside, old Irish bars that survived, stand firmly through temporary cosmopolitans, fusion menus.

    Watching

    my old self, I find solitude over a plate of waffles & intimacy of weddings 3000 miles away from home.

    Downtown

    heading towards Lexington—suits having lunch–daily grind. Down into the 6; waiting minutes, while smelling stale air, rats scurry, tucked between time out & college students I go downtown, walking familiar corners; I find indecision in a dressing room. Whistling to Blur—we change.

    Wondering what is exactly behind door number two, three. Late Summer heat bring hormones to the surfaces like small flames. On a street

    corner

    fate stands lost & indecisive, time is only something that catches us at Grand Central–venus’ flytrap. Pondering stroll & watching landmarks pass, seeing myself twenty years earlier; tired feet finds track 22, leaving zodiacs, 20 second crushes, smell of acid air, yellow cabs, 125 street station

    announces my departure.

    Copyright Cecilie Roaldset from book Greylight.

  • Why I will never be A4/typeA person

    I had a really good conversation recently where the woman I talked to said; you’re not a square peg. I am not, I am rough around the edges from my upbringing & my body isn’t a straight line. It’s always been what it is.

    In Norway if you’re A4 you’re like everyone, boring & a morning person. I’m a morning person but no where near a square peg. I think outside the box most of the time. It’s just how I am wired.

    I practice writing everyday if it’s not in my journal its in my blog or my blue journal where I tend to write whatever I see. I practice kindness every day as feel like the world has gotten cruel recently.

    Being a non A4 person makes people think they can be cruel & say not so nice things either to your face or behind your back. Very passive aggro & not very nice. I have gotten used to the jealousy & comments. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard comments or just heard people say something they shouldn’t.

    But that’s part of always being different, it means you’re going to anger some people at the same time find acceptance where you least expect it. I will never fit into a square peg. Period.