My name is Joanna Alizio, and, when I’m not hunting for worms with my six year old or learning tween slang from my son (that’s cap), I’m writing, or at least, daydreaming about writing.
Blog posts
- Cherished
It’s one thing to be admired,but quite another to be cherished.You will have tons of admirers,but find someone who cherishes you. Sometimes you meet someone and their energy matches so closely with your own. Sheila is that person for me. She’s the type of woman who sees you and warms… Continue reading Cherished - I am from
I am from a big red house full of brothers and sistersfrom Barbies and board games and trips to the chicken coop to gather eggsI am from laundry dried in the sun and peanut butter toastfrom “you are so polite”I am from dessert after dinner and more orange juiceand from… Continue reading I am from - Flailing forward
You painted a pretty picture of me The type of girl you hoped I’d be A model citizen Who fits right in I held on to the frame displaying the girl who boxed me in My grip too strong for too long It suddenly slipped from my fingers Tumbling down… Continue reading Flailing forward - Out of the woods
Deep, deep in the woods is where I was leftA remote part of the forest where you can only hear whispersbut not make out the words A dense canopy overhead Not a ray of light would dare travel so far or so low as to find me I knew I… Continue reading Out of the woods - Pretty little bow
Don’t forget totie up the yearinto a pretty little bow. I’m not suggestingyou gloss overthe lows. Rather, I want you to considerdoing yourself a big favorby rememberingthe little momentsthat brought you levity and brightness. It’s within the recallwhere you’ll finally findwhat it all means. Throughout the yearyou are gathering momentslike… Continue reading Pretty little bow