Lily Valley Blue

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal, Scars' Art, THE VAULT (aka: S.O.N.A.N.O.)

persephone poetry

I have no memory of writing this.  I stumbled upon (not as in… you know… ugh) it this morning when going through these archives.  I like it.  I hope you do, too. XO It has finally Come. The first day of Colour, and the Sky Smells like fresh lemonade, or Maybe iced tea served on a lily-valley-blue Texas porch. It … Read More

jenniferlreimerLily Valley Blue

Sick, Starving Artists/Mental Health Consumers Need Your Help!!

jenniferlreimerEmotional Invalidation, Feminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal

domestic abuse experience when i was a ghost expats post

See the post that has gotten tens of thousands of views, a verbatim copy below, on Expats’ Post. 11/22/13: This is now the second most viewed post on Expats’ to date. An amazing personal accomplishment, and I truly hope I have given other domestic violence victims the strength to move on, no matter how terrifying it may be. Unfortunately, I … Read More

jenniferlreimerSick, Starving Artists/Mental Health Consumers Need Your Help!!

The Curse of Having a Calling (How to Be a Writer in the 21st Century?)

jenniferlreimerMad Society, Poetry, Prose, Personal

when I was a ghost musings

I have received an overwhelming response to something I wrote about a month ago – describing my own experience recovering from emotional invalidation and abuse (psychological, as well as physical), I penned “When I Was A Ghost” (first published here as “Lady in Blue (I Was A Ghost)”) a few days more than a month ago.  Since then, “When I … Read More

jenniferlreimerThe Curse of Having a Calling (How to Be a Writer in the 21st Century?)

Poem for a Birthday by Sylvia Plath …on my birthday.

jenniferlreimerMy Favourite Authors, Other Survivors, Poetry, Prose, Personal

Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday Complete

It is difficult to find a complete version of Sylvia Plath’s “Poem for a Birthday” online (I have transcribed it below).  The final epitaph, “The Stones”, is often given alone. I have read this poem on many birthday’s past.  Today it is particularly meaningful to me.  Sharing Plath’s birthday, and entering my 29th year, I think of the terror that … Read More

jenniferlreimerPoem for a Birthday by Sylvia Plath …on my birthday.

When I Was a Ghost (Lady in Blue)

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Transcend

lady in blue

I stumble a little.  Do you ever get a shiver from your head to your toes, for no particular reason? Am I the only one that knows this feeling? Couldn’t be. Couldn’t be. Regardless of existential musings, a series of shivers run through me.  Only this time, there’s a reason. Imagine, spending eight months with someone you think you love. … Read More

jenniferlreimerWhen I Was a Ghost (Lady in Blue)

Emotional Abuse and Invalidation

jenniferlreimerEmotional Invalidation, Feminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Transcend

emotional abuse and invalidation

(What is Emotional Invalidation/Abuse?  Click Here.) I’ve been feeling really off, lately.  I know precisely why.  Over a period of seven months, I am embarrassed and shocked to say  – I should know better, always, I should know better, but I’m loyal to a fault and cling far too much to the good times and do not pay enough attention … Read More

jenniferlreimerEmotional Abuse and Invalidation

Half Asleep Poetry, Ode to the End (of Summer)

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

practice of madness depression

[quote]Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private. (Allen Ginsberg)[/quote] Poetry is my Final Solution.  I’m usually sobbing, sometimes on an airplane to another somewhere nowhere.  I’ve had a horrible week and I lost a bunch of writing.  Am I … Read More

jenniferlreimerHalf Asleep Poetry, Ode to the End (of Summer)

You Don’t Talk Much When You’re Comatose: My NDE, Part 1

jenniferlreimerLonger Stories, Poetry, Prose, Personal

In In Limbo, an unappreciated letter given and forgotten by its estranged recipient, I state that it is the only attempt I ever made to describe my near death experience (NDE) in words.  That is no longer the case.  Last fall, I wrote ferociously.  Almost a year has gone by and only two people have read any of my writing from fall/winter … Read More

jenniferlreimerYou Don’t Talk Much When You’re Comatose: My NDE, Part 1

jenniferlreimerMy Favourite Authors, Poetry, Prose, Personal

jenniferlreimerWhat is Synchronicity? (Laing, Camus, and Me)

Shuntaro Tanikawa, Balmoral Hall Reviews, and Other Unwanted Responsibilities

jenniferlreimerAcademia is Nuts!, Family, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Transcend

balmoral hall

The analytics that Google allows any website owner to use for free are powerful, though you do have to teach yourself how to use the software.  Over the past four years, creating and recreating Practice of Madness I have learned a lot more about everything from programming languages to statistics to marketing tactics – all in an attempt to reach the … Read More

jenniferlreimerShuntaro Tanikawa, Balmoral Hall Reviews, and Other Unwanted Responsibilities

Welcome New Readers/Watchers/Pals…

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

Echo_11_by_velvetto

Over the weekend I managed to triple my number of Facebook page with about $20.  I highly recommend Facebook’s targeted advertising tools – they facilitate all kinds of exchange, and in my case, can reach out to a greater audience of readers.  I’m trying to think of where a good place to start might be for you, new visitor… I like … Read More

jenniferlreimerWelcome New Readers/Watchers/Pals…

What is Your Favorite Word? (Dénouement)

jenniferlreimerOther Survivors, Poetry, Prose, Personal

The telegram says you have gone away
And left our bankrupt circus on its town;

There is nothing more for me to say.

The maestro gives the singing birds their pay

And they buy tickets for the tropic zone;

The telegram says you have gone away.

jenniferlreimerWhat is Your Favorite Word? (Dénouement)

Love is Pain (is Love is Pain)

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

Every time it begins I am consumed.  My whole life seems bigger, each step I take more meaningful, since it is, inevitably, one step closer. To a door in a 1920s apartment block. To an airport. To an airplane. Who on Earth does that?  Boards a plane for some fuzzy hope at achieving some concept called “love”. I deserve everything … Read More

jenniferlreimerLove is Pain (is Love is Pain)

Anne Sexton’s Jar of Fireflies Found, Just Once

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

Crazy things happen in the summer. You see a children’s book come alive nearly 3 decades after you were the child that imagined what a firefly might look like.  They are far more beautiful in person, especially considering the shooting stars I watched near the Columbia River last summer.  I do not recall the comparison being made, though I’m sure … Read More

jenniferlreimerAnne Sexton’s Jar of Fireflies Found, Just Once

Neon Lights for a Single Mom: The Best Poetry I’ve Read for a Long Time

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Guest Posts, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Scars' Art

Mr

<first, whowhatwhenwherewhy> And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a word document so shiny I close mine at once.  Work documents, never clean enough, downright dirty sometimes, like now. When I was a little thing, well, I’m still pretty little but my mind has grown and my body has wandered, I moved to Montreal, Québec, to attend my … Read More

jenniferlreimerNeon Lights for a Single Mom: The Best Poetry I’ve Read for a Long Time