Poetry in Motion: Risk or Reward?

Risk or Reward?

This city feels stale to me

No, I’m not on tinder

Yes, I prefer phone calls

Plastic bags dangle from tree branches

No, I refuse to be swiped in either direction

Yes, I expect dates

Somebody else’s garbage perfumes my air

No, I am not creating a profile

Yes, I am willing to take that risk

Happy Hump Day,

A Warrior Princess

China Travel Logs: Breaking Bread

We are led through a building covered in wood panels onto to a deck with a staircase leading to two sliding doors.  Host father proudly opened the doors revealing a private dining room with a large, round table set to receive us.  In the back corner, two servers dressed in plaid and Scottish kilts, smile in way of greeting.  Mounted on the wall above them are two buffalo bones with fencing swords wedged between.  On the center of the table – a rotating piece of wood I refer to as a “spin-spin” – sat with some food already on it.  We found our seats with little fuss and settled into our chairs in silence, curiously stealing glances, taking each other in.

My sister sat erect busying her hands with napkins and place settings, flanked by her girls, while host mother smiled broadly at her two year-old daughter in a highchair.  The fathers are separated by Teacher who serves as tonight’s interpreter.  Patrick sat directly across from the fathers and next to host brother and Godmother’s husband.  I am situated between my brother-in-law and Godmother.  Fittingly, teacher spoke first introducing himself and the host family, expressing how joyful they all were for having us all there.

While Teacher talked servers poured wine for the ladies and white liquor for the men.  At the end, host father raised his glass towards my brother-in-law, exclaiming, “Ganbei!”  This was cue for us to drink until we reached the bottom of our glasses.  A command, I learned, frequently expressed at Chinese celebrations. Godmother smiled conspicuously at our empty glasses nodding her head with approval, and in an instant we bonded.  A server reached his hand between us placing down fish ball soup and sautéed greens.  In front of my sister, they came with tofu noodles soaked in soy sauce, honey glazed pork ribs, and shrimp.

“Eat, Eat,” Teacher encouraged motioning his hands.

For the next couple of hours, food appeared in this manner, casually circling the table until our spin-spin was overflowing with plates of sautéed lima beans, sliced cured beef, rice noodles with a peanut and chili oil sauce, sliced watermelon, cantaloupe, and dragon fruit.  All the while conversations flowed then dulled only to pick back up again.  Godmother, repetitively told me my name Julia is very famous in China and means I will yield lots of riches.

“Ganbei!” I replied. “My father will be relieved to hear this.”

Then halfway through the meal, after I shared a family story with Teacher that made him chuckle, he quietly admitted, “I miss having siblings around.”  I nodded encouragingly. not sure how to respond.  He continued, “I grew up with three brothers in a rowdy house.  It was in my generation the government enforced the one-child policy.”  He dropped his eyes and I felt a hollowing sadness carve out inside me.  When he returned his gaze to meet my sister’s four children – I could see them as he saw them – a symbol of freedom from another era.  Quickly, Teacher redirected the conversation to Patrick who spoke Mandarin with relative ease while his finger flicked up and down like a conductor showcasing tones he was striving to make.  The host family was obviously engaged in Patrick’s story following along line by line while I watched on in awe.  It was apparent what Godmother had said about him on the car trip over – that Patrick was smart, handsome and clever – was absolutely true.

A Warrior Princess

White Elephant: Addendum

Just because I failed to complete Plan A and Plan B doesn’t mean I’m throwing the white towel of surrender.  Wounds have been licked and bandaged.  Ready to forge forward and willing to go through the whole damn alphabet until I find a plan that does work.

Narrowing Focus,

A Warrior Princess

Footnote: A re-post in honor of international woman’s day:

My Personal Submission: Feline Philosophy

Picture Credit: Robin Burd

Recording Credit: Jeff Jeffries at South Street Sounds

Theme:  As a theme, ‘The Divine Feminine” is open for creative interpretation. Personally, I approach it as the internal recognition that two divine threads of energy runs through each of us, regardless our gender.  In Chinese philosophy, this is referred to as yin (female) and yang (male) energy.  I am interested in discovering, excavating and celebrating the qualities that uniquely comprise this female thread.

Inspiration: Below are songs and a book excerpt accompaniment.

That Feminine Thread, The Book of Awakening, Mark Nepo

Female Artists:

Upside Down by Paloma Faith

Tightrope by Janelle Monae

One of the Boys by Gretchen Wilson

Sometimes It Takes Balls to be a Woman by Elizabeth Cook

Male Artists:

Lady Don’t Tek No by Latyrx

You don’t have to believe me by Eric Hutchison

Ticks by Brad Paisley

She’s always a woman to me by Billy Joel

Submissions: All artistic expression – from culinary arts to dance – is welcomed.  Please email submissions, ideas, collaboration pitches and questions to me at wpmusings@gmail.com.

Lady Parts,

A Warrior Princess


Artistic Data Points

My artwork; designing a logo : )

Artistic Data Points:

Artist: Julia Taus

Artist Discipline: Writer/Performer

Artist Statement: Julia Taus is a poet, playwright and aspiring author who strings together words with playful delight.  As a careful observer of paradox, heart beats, and wing flaps – writing inspired by every day passion for living.

Artist Bio: Julia Taus earned her Master of Liberal Arts in Creative Writing, from the University of Pennsylvania and her Bachelor of Arts in English and Communications, from Temple University.  She debuted a one woman show at the Philadelphia Fringe Festival that she wrote, produced and performed in entitled, A Cocoon of Your Own Making.  Julia writes theater reviews and a blog: The Musings of A Warrior Princess (www.wpmusings.com), while also revising a novel.

Story Medicine: Story Medicine is an analog process that heals the psychological, emotional body through a dynamic exchange of writing and reading practices designed to uproot toxins.

Slice of Me Workshop Series:  Slice of Me is a half-day transformational workshop celebrating the Divine Feminine. Generations of women come together in a ceremonious talking circle to share, listen and reflect on the varied nuances of a woman’s everyday existence.  Through a curated process each participant discovers a unique slice of self to reveal in a high-art photoshoot.

The Musings of A Warrior Princess: TBD

 The Novel: TBD


Packaging My Product,

A Warrior Princess



Your Heartfelt Commentary

Expressing gratitude while celebrating the good things in life is the antidote to throwing pity parties.  In this vein, I’m highlighting the below commentary pulled from various musings posted over the course of five years.  These comments and your readership add immense value to my world.  Thank you for being you and joining me here on this fantastical journey. Continue reading

Andy’s Inspirational Journey: Great Wall Training

This past weekend I received a text message from my sister, “Stop the pity party already and get on with it!”  This comment sunk into me like salt saturates a wound – a slow burning sensation.  The only real defense was through acceptance as my sister was absolutely right.  I was focusing on all of the progress that didn’t happen rather than building off the achievements that did.  Sometimes as an artist, as a writer, I feel diseased.  Literally diseased.  This is when a downward spiraling of thoughts spew over in mind: nobody wants to collaborate with me, my work doesn’t matter, nobody really cares, I’m a joke to the world, ect.  Even though deep down I know these thoughts are toxic and untrue, often in everyday reality they get affirmed making it difficult to stay uplifted. Continue reading