Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Natalie Morales

In maintaining this blog one of the things I enjoy the most is getting a chance to write about each month's feature, how I know them and what makes them unique as people.  This month though I've decided to try something different and have asked June's second feature, Natalie Morales, to write a brief reflection on what the shoot we did meant to her and the symbolism behind it.  It's my hope that this glimpse into the writer's character and thought process adds another layer of dimension and individuality to these photographs.  A poem of hers appears below.  

"When I began to envision images that symbolize my poetry, I knew the setting would have to be intimate, complex, and introspective, as much of my poetry centers on the themes of love, lust, and loss. I often find myself writing from a place of compulsion rather than desire, motivated by a need to purge inner darkness and replace it with sunshine — or, at the very least, some sort of light.

The book collection you see is a physical embodiment my life. I’ve lugged it with me from room to room and home to home since childhood. It contains my education, family, friends, past lovers and future paramours, quarter-life crises, dreams, failures, obsessions, and the profound beauty that allows me to wake up each morning and believe, with only a little bit of doubt, that everything will be all right."

Natalie Morales began penning poems and short stories at the age of 10 and has published dozens of pieces in the two decades since. Her work is often focused on the themes of love, lust, and loss. Writing allows her to survive as an overly-sensitive female in a petroleum-based, masculine society. She is a fiction editor of Pomona Valley Review and teaches English at various community colleges.  







Nine Times I Found Myself in Pomona 
by Natalie Morales


1. Driving east during the sunset after a rain. 
2. A living room with one bong but no furniture. 
3. Swaying back and forth like a soused pendulum. 
4. If sex takes place but neither party is sober enough to remember, does it make a sound? 
5. Pink flower petals on freshly wet cement.
6. Waking up on a dead man's blue velvet couch. 
7. The art of losing, Ciceronian style. 
8. Not being able to find the elevator in the ivory towers of scholarship. 
9. Leaving.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you John! The idea for the shoot was Natalie's, it was really fun.

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