‘Misalignment’ (new poem)

I was going to write about how people get out of sync from one another and crazy schedules and miscommunication lead to failures in social goals.

But I got a toothache, so I wrote about that instead.

Also, I’ve been reading Huck Finn. I feel that’s important to mention in that I occasionally think in the same voice I give to a poor misfit from 1863-5-ish Missouri.

By Maggie McGinity

Fix me.

Molar against molar.
No friction in this sittin’
Just certainty against certainty
Which certainly is hurtin’ me

Oh, my plastic savior,
I could not save with string.
Be on best behavior,
Cleansed in the sink.

Dear, you’ve lost your tightness.
No water pills remain.
Is there no way to right this

This agony, inside of me
This pain, this pain,
So close to my brain,
Making me forget
All but regret
Whatever I might have changed
To block this pain.

It was, it was away
Food in, fix in today
Once there was none to banish
Then molar-chicken sandwich

Pressure you can’t understand
Spreads through my skull and sways my hand
If I can’t recall what I ought to do
A pain appears to bring me to

Timing and rhyming and planning and panning
Singing and winging and banning and scanning
Sighing and prying and smiling and dialing
Missing and dissing and dying and trying

My ears, in equal turn, amiss
Bring back the bad news, back the bliss
My roving dreamer can’t resist
To pass this passive pessimist

Though the teeth doth press and press
I cannot carry off careless
Sleep, and see no thing come out best


“Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.”
-Mae West

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say ‘My tooth is aching’ than to say ‘My heart is broken,’”
-C.S. Lewis

“Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation’s overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing
So give me Novacaine”
-“Give me Novacaine” by Green Day


‘Anything?’ (new poem)

Short, sweet, simple, and written last week.

Some promised posts really keep me from my poemetry, but this next one won’t. Look out for a short series of poems inspired by music I have stuck in my head next week.

Without further ado:

By Maggie McGinity

I had so many dreams and schemes for today
But when I saw you, I threw them away
Knowing nothing could top your chance to say

This happens less often than I’d like it to.
Things of significance never come through.
But when my mind has little to do
And can think of anything

You are the only thing
It wanders to.”

Side note: I need to re-watch “Say Anything” sometime soon.

Quotes chronologically:

“He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet.” – W.B. Yeats

“There’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat,” – “Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys

Maggie Lives/Hoarder Reformation

This is it! This is the post so long foretold!

You may have noticed a few changes on my blog, namely the name and the look. This blog started out about my life and should stay that way, though this year it’s felt more like a poetry, poetry and more poetry blog.

The title is combating two problems I have. The first is the oppressive presence of death in my life. In late 2011 and early 2012, I knew someone who almost died, three people who did die, and we were entering the year of the Mayan apocalypse(which never happened). I was haunted and made a lot of stupid decisions mostly because I was afraid of dying without living first, which is foolish, because I’m alive right now and I live with the consequences of those decisions.

Incidentally, one of the main consequences of those decisions is poetry.

The second problem is that, as a journalist, I sometimes feel like I have to be an objective, factually accurate robot instead of a human being who is merely trying to help people by telling them things they may want/need to know.

So the new title is a constant, living statement reinforcing the fact that I am alive, that I live, that I breathe and think and feel and have a life, in any and every context.

Also, as this is my personal blog, I want it to feel more personal and less anonymous. Despite my well-founded fears of Internet crazies, I want to be able to share who I am. So, this is me:


This is one of many changes I’ve been making in my life. This summer and fall I’ve been doing a lot of sorting, a lot of lifting, a lot of separating myself from unnecessary things so that I can say:

I Was a Hoarder

One of the best things about the past is that, while it may affect you, it doesn’t have to define you.

I used to be a mild hoarder. That’s the best term I have for someone who is ok with having the amount of stuff, the level of disorganization, and the sheer volume of clutter I once had.

Before you go looking for me on TLC, catch the past tense verbs. I am no longer as I was. I no longer live like this:





Obviously I had a lot of work to do. I mostly did that work by taking things and putting them into boxes, then sending those boxes out the door(and into someone else’s room or Goodwill).



I managed to bring a lot less stuff to college this year than I usually do and most of it is organized and cleaned, some of it through a cleaning spree I just did to make this post about my new organized life not a lie.

Here are some examples of organized spaces which I now utilize in my life, which work fairly efficiently and mostly have things I use on a regular basis:

photo (14)

photo (16)

I am by no means a perfectly functioning creature now, but things are sooooooo much better now that I can actually find things and only own things I know to be useful/find to be beautiful.

Expect all sorts of things from my future, but especially poems, probably a new one later today. Upheaval begets creations and has given me a lot to write about.


“Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.” – Earl Nightingale

“Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” – William Morris