My name is Joanna Alizio, and, when I’m not hunting for worms with my seven year old or learning tween slang from my son, I’m writing, or at least, daydreaming about writing.
Blog posts
- Hand-me-down
I’m softer nowa lot worn outin all the right places just the right size loved beforeused beforenot newbutnew to you - Mama’s poem
A star so brightlike a light. What is it?It must be you, my big shooting star. Thank you for believing in me. By Alba Alba wrote me this poem last night and left it on my pillow. She has this habit of getting out of bed one hundred times to… Continue reading Mama’s poem - We three
Three seats on an airplane three weeks from now will be filled by three peas in a pod who will travel faraway together laugh together eat, sleep, and explore together get on each other’s nerves altogether but it won’t last forever because we’re birds of a feather we always come… Continue reading We three - Showing up
I’ve been thinking about the myriad ways we all show up every day at work or as a parent, for our community, as a caregiver or friend, and what the road looks like for us to simply arrive when we have committed to something or someone. There are numerous obstacles to overcome… Continue reading Showing up - Filthy and fluttering
One single blade of grass has its own set of rootsdeep down belowwhere it intermingles and interlockswith all the other root systems I know this because I’ve been pulling at them all weekendHands filthyHeart fluttering My garden is my safe placeaway from intrusive thoughts and concerns about who I amand… Continue reading Filthy and fluttering