2010s · Poetry

Hammer of My Name

My given name, Sarah, in Hebrew means princess.
A concept to which I have never once related.
A captive, a slave, a servant, even a stable girl,
though I’ve never been any of these, are more relevant.
A warrior, a victor, a thief, even a queen holds more meaning.
I am not a delicate girl, set up on a pedestal
in pink taffeta and tiara, helpless to captors,
endlessly in need of rescuing, protecting,
saving from fierce dragons.
I don’t know that girl.
So I choose my own name, Sarah Thursday.
Beyond the obvious, it’s the feel in the mouth.
Say it. You can feel the soft grit on your tongue.
Feel the breath form around the back of your teeth.
No frills, no helpless girl in pink tiaras.
Thursday is the day of Thor, god of thunder,
voice booms across the sky, across black clouds.
Together, I am Princess Thor, the girl who saves herself.
Lets her words of poetry be tiny spears,
lets her voice be her weapon,
sounding heavy across black skies.

First published in All About My Name Poetry Series by Silver Birch Press.

2015 · Publications

All About My Name Poetry Series

cropped-hi-res_logo1Ever wonder why “Sarah Thursday”? No, it’s not my legal name, but the one I have chosen. You can read my poem “Hammer of My Name“, ¬†on the Silver Birch Press website. It was written just for this series where many poets explain the origins of their names. This series will continue through the month of June and July. It already includes many of my favorites, like G. Murray Thomas, Thomas R. Thomas, Barbara Eknoian, Rick Lupert, Lynne Thompson, and Robin Dawn Hudechek, among others.

 

2010s · Anchors (Poetry with Music) · Conversations with Gravel · Poetry · Recordings · The Unnamed Algorithm

Love Letter No.1: To My Pit-Bull Self

I love the teeth of your love
how you pit-bull deep
into the flesh of loving
How you make shrines
in the empty spaces,
abandoned apartments
Shrines to former residents
of borrowed books and toiletries
envelopes full of photographs
and letters in pen
How you never fill
the same space with new
but keep building out
expand the frames and floors
How you know when to change the locks
and when to nail it shut

I love how you calculate
estimate the risk
How you trust
the unnamed algorithm
the intuitive push, flashing “Yes,
love this one, let that one in!”
How soft your wrought-iron grip
holds every name tight
each face, its own story
each moment, a glass in your pane
How you refuse to argue
about the wrong
or right way to love

I love how so much of it matters
how you will forgive
as many times
as they will call
and ask for it
How you defend this weakness
with the expense of wasted time
Your time-to-give being
your love currency
not words, not gifts,
not your doing-for-me
But your minutes and hours
your speak to me, eat with me
your listen and watch with me
sit in this space of air
I breathe with me is love

I love how love-greedy you get
How you collect time
and stuff it in bags and boxes
shove it on shelves, in closets
covering walls, blocking doorways
in empty apartments
You guard-dog this house
an unapologetic hoarder
How you refuse to purge it
refuse to loosen your grip
Set shrines in windowsills
light blood candles
There is always room
for more

2-3-14
Originally published in Silver Birch Press, Self-Portrait Series.
Also listen on Soundcloud.

2014 · Publications

Silver Birch Press Self Portrait Series

Photo by Karlee Tittle Cuff
Photo by Karlee Tittle Cuff

“Love Letter No. 1: To My Pit-Bull Self” is now on Silver Birch Press’s webpage featuring self portrait poems throughout the month of August. I am so excited to be included with tons of other poets I admire, like Daniel McGinn, Danielle Mitchell, Jax NTP, and Denise Weuve, during my birthday month no less! You can also listen to the poem on Soundcloud.com/SarahThursday.