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My Dream of Publishing my Poetry

In 2008 I entered my Freshman year at SUNY Purchase studying creative writing with a concentration in poetry. What started as an outlet to free my mind of chaos and discovery language in my education became a life-long process that lead me to today. I allowed life to get in the way. My perspective has changed from things happening to me to things happening for me. My experiences are by no means simple, easy, or joyful. I often evoke deep sorrow when putting pen to paper. In recent years, I allowed my addictions take a hold of my will and nearly forgot everything I ever dreamed of. At a point, I had given up on happiness. I use my poetry to harness the suffering we all share as humans. Our thoughts can trick us, and by writing I work to guide them into imagery that evokes those emotions in others.

I will be sharing more of this journey and the metaphysical ideas that are now serving as my writing prompts. Living a substance free life has allowed me to channel the weaving language and pour pieces of my soul into every word.

You can buy the book here on Amazon.com.

I hope you will subscribe and follow along as this new journey unfolds and the next collection comes together. I’ll be sharing some stories of the surreal experiences I have had that got me here.

These are going to be snapshots of my recollection of domestic violence, Stockholm Syndrome, psychosis, addiction, substance abuse, heartbreak, loss, and above all else, hope and recovery.

Author Michelle Ketchum, with pink hair holding a book titled 'Our Human Machinery' against a neutral background.

Kafkaesque 2020

Taking  a moment to reflect on my last blog of 2019, I can’t help but laugh at the sheer irony of how much has changed in just months. Many of us feel like we have aged a lifetime while others have digressed into a strange, selfish mentality that shows the true lows of human nature. I for one have found the experience of 2020 to be eye-opening in a multitude of ways.

I have a reoccurring theme in my dream where I am trapped in a house trying to escape some sort of monster. The location and fears change every time but something about a house in dreams is supposed to represent your internal self. Freud would probably say I’m having some kind of subconscious battle between my Id and Ego. Given the current way life is going, I’m sure some kind of conflict is just under the surface.

Poetry Series: “Blue Eyes & Blue Veins”

In the spirit of working on blogging and writing more in 2020, and my ultimate goal being to finish my book of poetry, I plan to share some poems I intend on including in said book over the next couple weeks. These poems are those I consider to be as close to “done” as a poem could be, and I encourage any feedback along the way to help my editing process. This particular poem won second place in the Spring 2019 University of Hartford Poetry Competition in the Abrahms Poetry category. It was written in 2012 as part of my Senior Portfolio for SUNY Purchase. I still made edits just now. No poem is ever really done unless you tell it to be.

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2020 Vibes

Who doesn’t love an even number? We’re calling in 2020, and any new decade seems like a fitting time to transform our lives. Optimism can come in many forms, but in this case it seems more of a crutch. Everyone has all these grand plans for the upcoming year; embarking on a new decade after spending the last ten years in an existential crisis. Why discredit their motivation to become a better person? Or are they simply relying on the universe to provide some undeserved karmic reward for surviving into this “new” year. What clean slate is waiting on the other side of midnight?

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Love Life.

Lately, it seems like everyone wants to escape this beautiful thing called life. I think at one point we have all felt frustrations pull us in the direction of misery. There is so much solace in discomfort. It comes almost too naturally. We are human, raw and unforgiven. We ache so deeply, it’s hard to remember how many choices we have. When we can’t live up to the personas we have built, who are we?

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Standing Apart in the Writing Industry | Freelancer’s Perspective

Becoming a seasoned writer takes years of experience. After years of schooling, workshops, unpaid internships, and cheap gigs making a fraction of a cent per word, only the strongest spirit can withstand the crushing efforts of the writing industry. It is even more difficult now than ever, with worldwide access to the internet, blogs and social media carve out a niche of self-proclaimed writers with no formal education on the subject.

How do you stand apart as a writing professional when surrounded by writing hobbyists?

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Local Indulgence

I love food. I am lucky to live in a spot local to so many amazing spots to try out new foods decadent foods, and unique foods. I also love anything with cheese, so it was only a matter of time before I checked out the grilled cheese food truck that lingers in my town Friday and Saturday evenings until 3 am. If you think this article is a myth, you are very wrong. This truck is real, and it is magical.

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