Win at Life

On Stopping Time

March 13, 2017 by Cheryl Wilder

Excerpt from, “You or I,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).

On Priority

March 4, 2017 by Cheryl Wilder

Excerpt from, “Pupa,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).

On Knowing

February 26, 2017 by Cheryl Wilder

Excerpt from, “As If We Know,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).

Sometimes a post has to be a day late. Happy Sunday. On second thought, I think I’ll loosen my constraints and commit to posting either Saturday or Sunday from here on out. Yes, that feels much better.

Journalism was never a viable path for me as a writer for one reason: constant deadlines. I’m sure I could have been taught many valuable lessons on the art of the deadline but it would have been up hill the whole time. I’m just not wired that way. My wiring is more the lone poet in the woods feeling for where the heartbeat of our world intertwines with the heartbeat of the universe. Sappy, I know. But true. We do exist. Though someone may not know I’m wired this way upon our meeting. I have three children and live in a bustling city. Luckily I’m able to find my need to simply flow with the world even in the confines of so much structure. I suppose I chose family over a demanding career because something had to give. Even if it is merely an illusion that I have the freedom of the wandering poet, I’m able to keep this side of me thriving. I do make the rules in my house after all.

On Ailment

February 19, 2017 by Cheryl Wilder

Excerpt from “As If We Know,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).

This is the second final version of this visual blog post. Originally, the quote had one more line at the end. I wanted the line because it told my story a little more, which works in the poem as a whole, but as an individual quote, the last line was over-the-top. A little too much directing. Now every time I read this snippet, I focus on a different word in the list. Each word takes me through various memories, some of them visual, all of them clenching. I decided to end on the one word that tightens my chest the most.