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The occasional ramblings of a Columbus, Ohio poet.

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Rose M. Smith is a shy, quiet poet who's lived most of her life in Columbus, Ohio--a conversational voice heavily informed by human situations and emotion. Voted "poet most unlike herself at the mic," she has been known to silence an unruly room when her poems begin to speak. Her work has appeared in Chiron Review, The Iconoclast, Good Foot, Pavement Saw, Concrete Wolf, Boston Literary Magazine, The Examined Life, Main Street Rag, and The Pedestal Magazine, and other journals and anthologies. Rose reads throughout the midwest--she'll make a jaunt cross country if she's needed (you pay for it). She has been called "a quiet visionary spanning the worlds of performance poetry and literary print! challenging and enriching the norms of both. She is an associate editor at Pudding House Publications and author of Shooting the Strays (Pavement Saw Press, 2003) and A Woman You Know (Pudding House Publications, 2005) and is featured in the Poets' Greatest Hits collection now managed bt Kattywampus Press. Rose is a Cave Canem Fellow.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Keep Movin'

At the end of the street--there, under that yellow glow of streetlight buzz, that shadow you saw in the day now void where an entity should be--THERE is that doubt you wrestled with years ago, coming back to haunt you now. What will you do when you meet it? Shake its hand and take it home with you, or walk past it like you've never seen it before?

It is full of the rank mistruths you told yourself once, the things you said you could not do. It hides behind bushes hoping you will slow your pace just enough to let it launch onto your back, sink into your spine again. Let it linger long enough, it ties anchors to your feet, wraps the weight of all your maybes heavy around your waist. It will teach your heart to fear, your mouth to hold forever truth you've been appointed to hand to listening ears.

Today is a new day, full of possibilities formed by the choices made yesterday, but not bound by them. Who would you be if you never doubted yourself at all? What would you accomplish?

It's time to begin the walk you thought impossible, to see it possible as never before. "Not weapon formed against you shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment you shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of Yahweh, and their righteousness which is of me, says The Lord." How are you possibilities now?

Keep moving. Whatever you do, just keep moving.

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