We Become Stars

Two of my poems appear in Westland Writes 2018 literary journal.

Happy June everyone!

I’m excited to announce that two of my poems have been published in the literary journal, Westland Writes. They’re both about parenthood. One is called “We Become Stars” and highlights the experience of letting your child go out into the world. Ironically, I wrote this before having a child, thinking from the view of a daughter. Now, I see the poem from a mother’s perspective, which creates a very different feeling. The other poem is titled “When I Realized You Were Magic” and shares what it’s like to find out you’re a parent, full of worries and excitement. My daughter is Japanese American, and my greatest hope for her is that she will live in a world that is safe and welcoming to everyone.

The best part of having my work included in this journal is that Westland Library held a poetry and short story readying to celebrate our work. We could choose one poem to read, so I picked “We Become Stars.” But what made this reading truly unique is that they decided to bring in a musical trio to interpret each of our poems after we read them. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It was so gratifying to hear my own words performed in an original song. Afterwards, the singer noted that she liked my other poem too, which was icing on the cake! Of course, I wondered if maybe I should have chosen to read that one, instead ūüėČ

I wasn’t sure if I was even going to be able to attend the event, since my husband was out-of-town and I had my 8-month-old daughter with me. Luckily, my friend was visiting and helped make it happen. We strolled up to the front when it was my turn, and I began by dedicating the poem to my daughter. My friend was actually able to videotape my reading, and I’m so glad she did! After I read, the singer sang directly to my little girl, which was so sweet and memorable. My daughter was quiet and listened the entire time. What a special memory we captured ūüôā

For one night, we became stars. And I will never forget that moment. I encourage you to find ways of sharing your own light with the world! It will surely make for a brighter, more peaceful planet.

Printed copies of this literary journal are available for purchase. You can also read the poems and stories¬†online. And to my delight, I’ve just discovered that the book can be borrowed from the library. As a librarian, how cool it is to find that my name appears in the catalog!


Springing Ahead with Homemade Cards

Happy almost spring, dear readers!  Are you getting pumped for the time change?  I know I am.  Sure, we lose an hour, but we gain a whole hour of daylight!

I’m celebrating the end of hibernation by making my own cards, which I haven’t done in years. ¬†I’m excited to reignite this pastime, which one of my dearest friends got me hooked on ages ago. ¬†Here’s a little poem for inspiration.

Go towards the daylight

go willingly

even if it ends in sleep–

Catch stars in your wings

For you were born among them

Shine brighter than the sun and moon combined


© 2016 Angie Kidd all rights reserved

Above Your Nerve

Emerald Lake at Rocky Mountain National Park

I recently blogged about the movie “Wild” featuring Reese Witherspoon, based on the memoir of¬†Cheryl Strayed’s journey hiking the¬†Pacific Crest Trail. ¬†There are some great quotes in there. ¬†Today I’d like to highlight one from an Emily Dickinson poem.

“If your Nerve, deny you
Go above your Nerve‚ÄĚ

Talk about nerves. ¬†My husband and I decided to hike the Rockies just after Memorial Weekend, May 31. ¬†We thought we’d see 3 or 4 pretty lakes, each about a half mile apart, and be done in about an hour or 2. ¬†Little did we know the park just opened the path after the holiday because of snowfall. ¬†Thankfully we had recently purchased our first pair of hiking boots, and they were waterproof. ¬†We must have changed our clothes every 20 minutes. ¬†From tank top to long sleeve to breathable jacket to rain jacket to light down jacket and sometimes back off again at intervals. ¬†It was actually pretty warm until the wind came. ¬†Until the rain came. ¬†Until the sleet and hailstorm that rangers never warned us about. ¬†Luckily we found shelter under a rock slab…sort of. ¬†But that was at the top. ¬†First we had to get there. ¬†And that involved climbing snow and ice-covered paths steadily inclining. ¬†We had no idea each lake required a hike in elevation. ¬†But we followed the others, hoping they knew what they were doing…where they were going–some of them slipping around in street shoes and wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans. ¬†I secretly wanted to quit a few times all while having the time of my life. ¬†I love to hike, but my nerves get me every time, especially with looming heights, steep cliffs, and now icy paths. ¬†My mind is always thinking about what might go wrong. ¬†I used to hush that inner voice, try to turn it off, even curse at it. ¬†But that never worked. ¬†The best thing to do is let it talk. ¬†Acknowledge it like an old friend. ¬†Let it chatter on in the background. ¬†But meanwhile get to work. ¬†Get moving. ¬†Start climbing. ¬†And when it gets to that point where you think you want to stop and turn back, that’s when you must go above the nerve.

Good luck to you on all your journeys. ¬†Safe travels and take care. ¬†But don’t let a little thing like fear stop you. ¬†It’s only the background music for your adventure. ¬†And when you make it back, that same voice will say, “I knew you could.”



Weekly Quote: Power

Arizona Trip 2010

Last night I watched the movie Wild with Reese Witherspoon.  I highly recommend it for anyone with a wandering spirit searching for something inside themselves.

There were so many great takeaways.  I especially liked the references to famous poets.

One quote particularly caught my attention. ¬†Poet Adrienne Rich references Marie Curie in her poem “Power.” ¬†Here is the last line:

“Her wounds came from the same source as her power.”

It’s a powerful statement. ¬†How often do our dreams bring us both joy and pain? ¬†But I think there’s hope. ¬†My artist friend and neighbor once shared a concept with me that I really liked: the depths you are willing to go reflect the heights you want to reach. ¬†How many times are writers told to dig deeper? ¬†But how much is too much?

In the case of Marie Curie, she sacrificed her life for her work.  But her memory lives on because of it.

On the flip side, it might just be our wounds that lead us to greatness.

Either way, there is no denying the life-force that exists inside us.   We may not have the power to make our dreams come true, but if we search our deepest wounds, we might find the power to save ourselves.



Daily Quote: Goals

Spring has sprung dear readers!

I recently finished reading author Kwame Alexander’s Newbery-winning novel in verse¬†The Crossover. ¬†I thought I would share with you one of my favorite quotes from the poem entitled¬†“Basketball Rule #3.”

“Never let anyone lower your goals.¬† Others’ expectations of you are determined by their limitations of life.¬† The sky is your limit, sons.¬† Always shoot for the sun and you will shine.”

Happy Friday ūüôā



Collecting Words

I recently finished reading the book A Snicker of Magic about a girl who sees words all around her and collects them.  She shares them with her best friend but is too shy to turn them into poetry and speak them in front of a group.

Here are some of her words and what she says about them.




“Words that belonged in a sanctuary filled up the spaces between the three of us.¬† But those words looked as fine there as they’d ever looked in a church, and I wondered if there was something sacred, something everlasting, about melted ice cream and summer days and good stories.” –Natalie Lloyd, author

I believe sharing stories is a sacred act. ¬†It creates an everlasting bond between you and the listener. ¬†Don’t be afraid to use your words or share your stories. ¬†The world needs them to survive. ¬†Stories are the glue that holds us all together.

I used to be afraid to share my stories, too, but not anymore.

As an exercise, I decided to collect some of my own words and see if  I could string them together into something meaningful.




Magic marshmallow dreaming leads to red poppy success.

Try collecting your own words and fitting them together like a child playing with blocks.  You might just build something really unique.  Something that can hold you up.  Something that can change the world.


A Reflection Beyond Words

As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m feeling grateful.¬† As I mentioned before, my artwork and poetry were recently exhibited at an art show, Beyond Words,¬†in Toledo, OH.¬† Opening night was a flurry of excited guests, yummy treats, and delectable artwork.¬† I enjoyed taking my family and friends around to see my work.¬† I also had the opportunity to¬†overhear feedback¬†on my art,¬†reminding me¬†of the days when I shared my poetry in front of a crowd at an open mic.¬† I even met¬†some of the artists that collaborated with me.¬†¬†One of them chose to¬†write a piece to go with my artwork,¬†Bamboo with Red Bird,¬†because she, too, has¬†an affinity¬†for Japan and¬†even lived there¬†for a period of time.

Then came the icing on the cake.¬† We¬†attended the awards ceremony.¬† Two of my poems received second place.¬† What made this especially gratifying was that the poems were compared to a specific style reminiscent of a famous writer.¬† I had never much thought about my style in regards to poetry.¬† Apparently, I have one…or two ūüėȬ†¬†My poem,¬†Suffering from Poetic License, received second place for the T.S. Eliot¬†Award: Modernist in style with a range of techniques.¬† Another poem of mine, Whose Musing,¬†received second place for the Mark Twain¬†Award: humorous or social commentary.¬† At the end, they announced the People’s Choice Award, which went to a poem written in response to my watercolor collage painting, Giraffes on Reserve, pictured above.¬† Hooray!

Now, awards are a bonus, but not why most artists, including myself, make art.  We do it because we love it.  Because we have a need.  It fills us up.  We feel alive.  It helps us make sense of the world and hopefully helps others, as well.  As I said in my previous post, making a connection is the best part about participating in an art exhibition like this one.

How will you connect with the universe this holiday season?


Beyond Words Art Exhibit in Toledo


I’m excited to announce that some of my artwork and poetry¬†are¬†being¬†exhibited in an art show at the McMaster Center gallery of the downtown library in Toledo, OH¬†from now through Sunday Nov. 2. There are over 200 entries by 72 artists.

The exhibit features paintings, poetry, short stories, mixed media, photography, sculpture, and even jewelry.¬† What makes this show unique is that it’s a collaboration, so each piece of art is paired with writing by a different artist.¬† In other words, one piece was inspired by or created in response to another.

At the¬†opening reception last night,¬†the master of ceremonies¬†mentioned that this show is one of the only collaborative exhibits of its kind in the nation.¬†¬†Ben Malczewki, one of the jurors for the art show, gave¬†a statement about the¬†exhibit.¬† “This exhibit wonderfully captures what¬†diversity and voice and community means to art, and that together, we are more than we could be alone.”

I have¬†four pieces of art and¬†three poems in this exhibition.¬† The most exciting¬†part¬†for me was to see the artwork¬†and¬†writing paired with mine.¬†¬†As an artist, you don’t always know the impression your work makes¬†on another¬†person.¬† It’s especially¬†gratifying to see that response depicted through art.

If you’re in the area, you should come check it out!¬† And if you’re in the market for a new piece of art to decorate your home or office, you’ll find many of the pieces are for sale.



Emotional Truth Will Set You Free

Caged Bird

As many of you know, renowned author and poet Maya¬†Angelou passed away on May 28, a day after my birthday.¬† I’m heartbroken to say the least, as¬†she was one of my favorite authors.¬† She inspired me as a poet and writer.¬† I¬†first read¬†I Know Why¬†the Caged Bird Sings¬†in high school.¬†¬†Her story compelled me to read the rest of her autobiography, which I¬†own.¬† I have¬†many of her books of poetry, as well.

What¬†made me connect to her story exactly?¬† Emotional truth.¬† She was not afraid to¬†tell her story.¬†¬†And even if she was, she told it anyway.¬† She told the story that was uniquely her own in a way that no one else could.¬† Her voice (her song) was unmistakable and true.¬† There is power in telling the truth.¬† It doesn’t have to be the universal truth, it just has to be your own experience.¬† Honest and raw.¬†¬†Naked on the page.¬† Blood and tears.¬†¬†Ironically, this is what gives¬†readers hope.

A caged bird wants something.  Freedom.  And we can all relate to that.  It gives us something to root for.  We hear its sad, beautiful song and we want to see that little bird fly.

I began writing my emotional truth in poetry.¬† I started out slowly.¬† Quietly.¬† Going to open mic events at my university.¬† I soon earned the nickname “Quiet Storm.”¬† Each time I went, I shared a piece of my emotional truth.¬† And each time I let my words out, my voice grew stronger.

Something else amazing happened.  The audience reacted to my poetry.  People started coming up to me after readings.  People that, at first glance, I would never guess I had anything in common with.  I could never predict how they would react to my words, but they always felt something.  A connection.  That was powerful.  Connection through shared stories.  I never wanted that feeling to go away.

There’s a wonderful quote by Dr. Angelou on her¬†website.¬†¬†“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”¬† What’s your song?¬† Don’t¬†be afraid to share your story.¬†¬†Not only will it set you free, but it just¬†might start a chain reaction.¬† Thank you Maya¬†for being the catalyst for me.¬† You’re free now and probably somewhere flying.

autobiography of Maya Angelou




Third Wednesday

My poem “Mouthless”
in Third Wednesday
literary journal

I’m pleased to announce that one of my poems has been published in the literary journal Third Wednesday.¬† It’s called “Mouthless”¬†and it’s about¬†the experience of falling.¬†¬†If you would like to read this poem, you can purchase¬†a copy of this issue by going to the¬†journal’s website.¬†¬†The cost¬†is $8, plus $3 postage.¬† You can send a check to the following address: 174 Greenside Up Ypsilanti, MI 48197.¬† Make sure you mention which issue you want.¬† The current issue is Winter, 2014.

What else will you find in this issue besides my poem?¬† The winning poems for Third Wednesday’s annual contest,¬† youth poetry by students of the Inside/Out Literary Arts Project, poems by featured poet J. K. Durick,¬†seasonal poetry for winter and spring,¬†more inspiring poetry, and even artwork!¬† Wow, who would want to miss out on all that? ūüėȬ† Enjoy!

“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.” ‚Äē Rumi

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