The Art & Poetry of Mary Coleman

I had too much anxiety around starting art today and didn’t do it. Even poetry came a little difficult today but once I got into it I was fine. I’m working on a poem that has had one version written already which I did yesterday. Today’s version is getting closer to what I want it to be, but I’m still not feeling like it is in a final form. Playthings I wrote three times before I settled on a version I liked.

Here is what I have so far… keep in mind it’s a work in progress

I should be given how many weird things have happened to me in my life but I am loathe to put labels on the supernatural and define it as being a ghost or some other such human explanation of what is completely impossible to explain. Not that we shouldn’t try to understand weird phenomena, science is always discovering new things in nature, but if you are not a scientist prepared to investigate and something bizarre happens to you, it’s best not to try and definitively say it was this or that or the other thing because you just really don’t know. Best to leave it as a weird thing that happened that doesn’t have a reason you quite understand.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had strange things happening to me. In my mid 20’s everything went quiet. But from the age of 15 to 25 I experienced many bizarre happenings. Booming footsteps in the house, flashes of light exploding and filling up a room, weird clusters of blue marks (my site is named after this) appearing on every surface including on clothes, walls, dishes, doors, anything really… If you tried to photograph or video the blue marks, often the battery of the device would drain or it would turn off.

There were voices calling out in imitation of people I know who were definitely not home. Once my mother started calling for me really loudly and I ignored it because I knew she was in California and I thought, oh here’s that weird voice thing again, but my friend who was in the room with me got really spooked and said to me “you’re mom is calling you, isn’t she in California?” Drawers opened and closed of their own accord, the TV and lights went off and on of their own accord, all the buttons were found torn violently off of shirts belonging to my mother (the buttons were just totally gone), and random things appeared in the dryer that had never been put there by anyone in the house.

Because so much has happened to me that is fairly dramatic in nature, I don’t fear supernatural things. I don’t believe in demons or ghosts or anything. There is likely a very logical explanation for what happened to me, I am just not qualified to give that explanation, nor will I ever be. So it’s just a piece of my personal history that is fairly mysterious and will remain so. I know it happened and there are many witnesses to it besides myself (whatever was causing all the mayhem wasn’t shy), so I know it wasn’t all in my head.

I’m so glad to be home. It was a hard start this morning because I was super tired so I slept in longer than I should have, but I didn’t get to bed until late last night as our flight arrived in Portland at 9:15pm. Then there was waiting for baggage, driving home, and dinner and by the time I got into bed it was 11:30pm (and of course it takes awhile to fall asleep). A 5am start was just too difficult after only 5 hours of sleep. 

I didn’t get the job I applied for. Back to the application process. Nothing new out there the past few days. I had really hoped to get this job, it was perfect for me, but we can’t always get what we want. I tried my hardest to prepare for the interview and perform well, and that was about all I could do. The rest was out of my hands.