My 3rd Grade Poetry!
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” ―Shannon A. Thompson
At an early age, I noticed I couldn’t get certain words to come out of my mouth. I had thousands of consonants and sentences I needed to express, but they were trapped inside my head like an elevator full of anxious people.
“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” –Virginia Woolf, Orlando
- Chopped: I tape every episode. For me, cooking is like writing. Starting from nothing and creating something beautiful— adding a herb for depth, a spice for substance, a spice for a kick in the ass. I’m obsessed.
~I write because I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.” – Anaïs Nin
I cry over a dead cat all night long.
- I gravitate towards people who are unconventional, authentic, non-judgmental, a bit rebellious, & laugh at my jokes.
2. When I meet another female, I typically know immediately if I want her as a girlfriend. Afterwards, my friends will ask: “Kim, so, would you go out with her for a glass of wine?” Or “Is she Wineworthy?” Well, are ya, Punk?
I’m from pink bubblegum carpet and bunk beds with boy’s names carved inside the oak– living on the West side.
I’m from generations of Sicilians where big mamas stirred homemade spaghetti sauce with basil and garlic and rolled out potato gnocchi.