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
- Light switch on
When you feelnothingand want morejust wait a secondand walk outside.The birds will be louder.Listen to the birds.They’ll tell you about the path to take. You’ll follow itto the woodswhere pools full of mudlay stillfrom the biggest thunder stormyou’ve heard in ages.You might be afraid to look at your murky reflectionbut… Continue reading Light switch on - Plucking words from the sky
I used to pluck words from the skyas they werefalling like shooting stars Straight from the abyssUnfilteredOrFiltered just barely soRight onto my paper But now they meet a new challenge:Cross crossing through my biasesAndSide stepping my bullshit These words play FroggerAttempting to cross the busy streets of my mindDodging cars… Continue reading Plucking words from the sky - 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