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To my 41 year old self

If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?

Me in October of 2022
My poetry notebooks in 2022

To myself in 2022,

As I sit here in 2026 with the news of the 6th poetry acceptance, I’ll just tell you to never stop writing, never stop being yourself,  never stop chasing your dreams and sharing your poetry.  There is a place in the world  for your simple verses and stanzas. There is community to be found online and locally. There will come a day like today that the path you chose as a writer, storyteller,  and poet will one day be worth it. 🥳🥳🥳

Patty 8/14/26

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poetry: when

I wrote this poem in August of 2025.

The last tarot card I pull said everything is working in my favor
and yet here I am knee deep in my depression as my world is full of so many changes
it’s hard for me to keep up with
and I feel like I’m playing emotional parkour at double time. not fully processing one
transition before facing the next
and I don’t remember when’s the last time I’ve been to the gym
it’s to suffice to say, I’ve stopped caring about how much weight I’ve gained
but I should considering I don’t have money for new clothes since I’m as broke
as a college student who buys ramen by the bulk for sustenance on most days
but here my tarot say there are better days to come
and lately I’m impatient and shake my fists at the sky yelling “when”

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Isabel Allende

Which author would you love to have dinner with?

I’d love to have dinner with Isabel Allende. I’m absolutely fascinated with her and love all of her books I’ve read so far. I’d like to pick her brain about her creative process and get writing advice from her. I have watched many of her interviews and a couple of Ted talks from her but I think being to talk to her in person would be so much better. Then again, I might fangirl too hard and go mute. 😳😪

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poetry: salty

I wrote this poem in August of 2022.

I’ve tried to keep my life private but I have a talent for oversharing
Especially when I’m anxious
Especially when I’m drunk and you’ll think it’s charming at first
Until one day I explode and then you’ll say goodbye
And I’ll get super salty, cry, and write

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poetry: playground

I wrote this poem in August of 2022.

look but don’t come near me

My bra is the milkshake that brings men to my playground
It gives me the cleavage that makes them feel like they’re in love
They’ll claim it’s my words or my eyes they’re in love with , but let’s not kid ourselves
It’s really my majestic breasts that pop out with their own personalities
they fuel their many exotic and erotic fantasies

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poetry: TBH

I wrote this poem in August of 2022.

heartbreak brings up raging hello kitty energy…hahaha

My love data tells me I shouldn’t try again because every time
I crash and burn and cause trauma and drama
because every time it ends, I get hateful and want revenge
and While I do appreciate the poetry that comes
after every broken relationship
I don’t think I can withstand the heartbreak and devastation
the next time it ends