looking at myself

Two Saturdays ago, before even opening my eyes, I woke to the really terrific thought: Today, I don’t have to be anyone but Seema Reza. It sounds so goddamned self-congratulatory, I know. The day before, on Friday, I had two entirely different groups at two hospitals in two states, with no time to spare between them. It’s not…

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A poem you already know

  Thank you, beloveds who called and texted and messaged on Friday and Saturday. There was some breath holding, some sinking into grief. I’m sorry if my responses were slow. My mother was here in the States, but there was a very close person caught in the hostage situation. He made it out alive, but…

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Grace

I had such a beautiful short trip to Los Angeles with my beautiful mother. And read with some writers I was honored to be in the same room with. A really great night. On the trip, I finished reading the Art of Grace by Susan Kaufman, which had some really Interesting Ideas and a lot of repetition…

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Sometimes You Keep It In

Sometimes when I had a problem, my mother would recite this little ditty: For every problem under the sun, there is a solution or there is none. If there is one, seek and find it; if there is none, never mind it. It was completely infuriating. At least tell me which kind of problem this is!…

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Demigod

  The past few days, I’ve been receiving text messaged photos of my book in people’s hands. It’s starting to ship from Amazon and it’s really exciting. But also some of the anxiety I was anticipating. I’m not one for keeping secrets (anymore)–as you know–but still, I feel a little vulnerable, a little bit like…

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Preparation

   This Wednesday, December 16, 2015, I am participating in something awesome.  You can come, and read a poem in your pajamas.  I’d love to hear your words.  There’s a link to RSVP on my events page.  Details are below. 8pm – 9:15pm (Eastern) Format for the Meeting: Kelly will interview the special guest for…

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Broken, Breaking, Light

   Here’s what’s been happening for me: I’m doing some writing I don’t like doing.  This is why people decide to get MFAs, huh? I’m learning to compromise because I want to.  Kind of.   My dear, dear, dear friend and hero Jimmy came to visit and we went to an open mic and he…

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Living

   Kind dears, I am averaging a post every other week.  I have heard your outcry, and I apologize, I apologize, I apologize (maybe go into the archives when you really need a prompt–there are years of writing back there).  This thesis writing thing is sort of kicking my ass.  But stick with me.  Just…

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