A random guy at a bar once gave me advice about job hunting.
“Apply for jobs you don’t think you’ll get. The hiring manager might see something in you that you don’t see.”
I bring that advice with me as I update my resume in my pajamas.
A random guy at a bar once gave me advice about job hunting.
“Apply for jobs you don’t think you’ll get. The hiring manager might see something in you that you don’t see.”
I bring that advice with me as I update my resume in my pajamas.
Hello,
For the past few months, I’ve worked on my application for the 2018 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent prize. After submitting my work, I realized I had over 40 poems ready to go into a book. Half of them were written within the last year. They vary in subject matter, which is something I’ve been uncertain about. Can I put almost-love poems next to poems about magic? Yep. Do I really need a cohesive book that deals with one theme? Nope. Isn’t it best to keep making things and putting them out there? Yep.
Next steps for me:
Step 1. Organize the poems so they flow together
Step 2. Figure this out later. It’s okay to take things one step at a time.
Hope you’re doing well,
Eva
This poem was originally posted here a few months ago as Clair de lune. The true inspiration behind the poem was “Patience” by The Lumineers. I called it Clair de lune because I also felt this way when hearing that song, plus it’s a song everyone knows. Still, it felt dishonest to claim the true inspiration came from a universally beloved classical piece rather than a modern song! Is that silly? Here’s the latest version, which is nothing like the other version.
Dolce
After hearing “Patience” by The Lumineers
Dear Piano,
You are the only voice who can sing this one.
No offense to clarinets
But my god
Your black and white teeth
Bite along my spine til it straightens.
You loosen my jaw
Floss my teeth with your strings.
And you’re smooth
As a bar of soap on glass.
Dear Piano you make my eyes roll back
Like a tongue between my thighs.
Unfear me.
I was born to understand what sweet is
in many languages.

I found this poem in Poetry Magazine’s December 2017 edition. I’m in love with it!
Everyone [yes, even babies] has New Year goals. Here are mine for 2018. I’m making these up right now.
These five are my bare minimum goals that I MUST REACH. Everything else is extra credit.
See you soon,
Eva Moe

Hello! I hope everyone’s doing well. I wrote this one yesterday, so it’s still fresh! Not sure about the title yet. I’m trying not to publish the VERY first draft of any poem because they’re rarely good enough to claim. But the 2nd and 3rd drafts? Sure. I’m an impatient millennial. I always wanna post [exciting/interesting/unusual/new] things as they happen.
See you later! I might even do a 2018 Goals list like everyone else.
Eva
Good morning!
I’m on day 4 of my writing/music career. It’s a silly thing to say, yes. What I mean is, last Friday was my last day of going to work. At a job. I decided to quit because I really wanted to give myself a chance to make things work in my creative career.
Let me give you a rundown on how quitting my job to focus on creative endeavors works:
If my parents did not let me stay with them, I’d likely be working some low-wage job that drains most of my energy. I’d be coming home from work and flipping on the TV or plugging in the GameCube. And every month I’d be giving more than half my income to some apartment I don’t even like. So basically, my parents are awesome.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk about my plans for the coming months.
If you have any recommendations for grants/competitions/artist residencies/etc. please let me know in the comments!
In the next few days, I’ll write about my goals for 2018. For now, back to work!
See you soon,
Eva Moe