June 29 2025
Watching … Being a UNR student we have access to Kanopy. 🎉 Anyone have suggestions for movies on Kanopy.🍿🎥🍿
Wild. You’re left not really knowing what’s really going on. Really cool.
Rage Slinger
Dear Fire Starters,
I’ve collected the clues you and I left behind
scattered in a trail of the years
We wear on these bodies
Within this skin
Hard fought battles
Saturate our blood with
Oxygenated creativity
We collectively bleed and sling
With our voices, our fingers,
Our hands and these bodies
My sassy sisters
Come in closer
For this may begin slow and steady
But the sparks are gonna fly
Magical sparks that will forever join us
You and I
We have found each other
We are tethered together
Our ancestors tears
Puddle as ink
Used for each new executive order signed
Hear me on this my rosebuds
It’s time to spin a rebellion
We women
Have to talk about
This collective pain in the pussy
Breathing down our crotches
Telling us what we can and can’t wear
Telling us how to live our lives
Telling us to use our bodies for their prize money
Telling us why we can or can’t vote
Telling us what we can and can’t do
What would it mean to
Embrace feminine energy
Without guilt
Listening to our intuition
What would it mean
To weave crowns
Of the blood and sweat
Of the victories of our beloved
Sister ancestors
Dancing in tune to
The beat of our cyclical existence
Allowing the restoration
These bodies crave
We are here to create sparks
Of hope together
And hope is painted by the women
who’ve had enough
Change is created by the women
Who breathe fire from the
Years of gaslighting
We’re starting fires together
We’re burning this shit down
When was the last time
You rebelled
What made you rebel
What did your rebellion look like
What did it feel like
I don’t know about y’all
But
I have come here
To chew bubble gum
And kick some ass
I will not be unmemorizing my existence
For the autocracy’s fairy tale
It’s time for a foul mouthed revolution
They will not be taking us backwards
Othering us
And feeding propaganda to our young
My sisters
You and I
We have found each other
We will not become upholstered ghosts
In the museum of what it means to be us
We are gonna make sparks together
We’re starting fires together
We’re burning down this patriarchy
We will not be leaving this world with
Pieces of broken regret glued to us like skin
We are the fire starters
We are the rage slingers
We are here to kick some ass
Camilla Downs, 2024
June 28 2025
Finally back to reading “Why Poetry”. I received this as a Christmas gift, started reading right away, and had to stop when spring semester began. I’m only 60 pages in and this book is so darn good.
“French poet Charles Baudelaire rejected all poetic convention entirely, including rhyme, meter, and even line breaks, creating the oxymoronic “Prose Poem” (p 64) **Baudelaire is my spirit poet!! This man must live in my poetry veins!**
Unlike prose, the prose poem is freed of any responsibility to consistency. The purpose of the poem is above all else to create an atmosphere: it is to enact the feeling of starting, impossibly, to understand what it is that yes up the human soul.
The one thing poetry can do is to remind us of a time when we were, as a species, in a sort of childlike state of perpetual wonder.”
June 28 2025
(Originally posted on my Substack – https://camilladowns.substack.com/)
Welcome to this new weekly (maybe) installment. Please let me know if you think this will be too much for your inbox; receiving this weekly share in addition to my Friday essay or poem. Since this will be inconsistent and not necessarily covering only a week, or even the week in which I share it, I’m titling it, Freeze Frame.
Watched: The Lighthouse. This is one wild movie. I still don’t know what happened. Were both men crazy? Was one of them hallucinating? Or both?
Watched I Saw the TV Glow. I first heard about this movie from a fellow student in my script writing class. I was intrigued as she was emphatic about the greatness of this movie. I also came across an instagram post a few days ago discussing the film. It was a pretty good movie about feeling different, like you’re not really in your body and time moving weirdly, along with the possibility of other dimensions. The two main characters felt like real people. I’ve watched some shows and films where I could not related to characters as they behaved in ways that no person would behave.
Watched Prospect. I watched this because I love a good sci-fi and adore Pedro Pascal. It was good. Kept my attention with touching on our ability to trust others and speaking to human’s desire to remove precious materials (and fight over it) from any world, not just Earth.
Watched Vesper. I watched this one as it’s about Earth’s eco-system having been destroyed, and biohacking wrapped into a sci-fi theme and feel. I really liked this one, too. I love that the teen girl is strong and intelligent, and moved to help the population that is banned from entering the areas where the elite live.
Watched the series, Dept. Q. I love a good mystery. Make it a grumpy British detective and I’m hooked! I hope there’s more seasons of this one.
Walked: I went for walk at Virginia Foothills Park; which I haven’t visited in a year or two. I was down in the dumps, deeply sad. I haven’t been for a walk outside of my complex since last fall, before fall semester began at UNR. I went to bed deeply sad last night, woke up the same. Between this lovely, much needed walk, and a therapy session where we dug into what was triggering the sadness, I’m feeling better.
I am deeply grateful to my therapist and her use of EMDR therapy. We unpacked some deep stuff, traveled back to 5th grade, and I made a decision to honor my feelings; and to stop doing things for fear that I will miss out, or be excluded. And the big one, to stop creating solely to receive recognition. Damn if that stuff isn’t tied to sweet lil 5th grade Camilla.
Read: Finished Trumpet by Jackie Kay. I really like Jackie Kay’s writing style, and I love this story.
Listened to: Driving around running errands, I listened to Shake it Up by The Cars, Venus by Bananarama, The Glamorous Life by Sheila E., Got to Be Real by Cheryl Lynn, Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, Whoomp! (There It Is) by Tag Team, and Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.
Wrote: No fresh writing other than this. I did make a decision to recenter myself as far as my writing goes. I have been forcing myself to write poetry. And the results have been way less than stellar. It seems I let myself move away from writing because I needed to say something, or needed to get something outside of myself. I had unconsciously shifted to writing to receive acknowledgment. Not at all why I began to write in the first place. So I’m beginning with this weekly Freeze Frame essay. It may dwindle to nothing when fall semester begins, but I will be writing as I’m taking poetry and creative non-fiction.
Tasted: I ordered a Reuben sandwich and Belgian fries from a (new to me) Austrian restaurant, Edelweiss Pub. The best damn fries I think I have ever had! The Reuben was unlike any Reuben I’ve ever had, and was delicious!
Health and Body: After filing a complaint with Renown in regard to the rejection of my cardiologist’s referral to hematology, and some back and forth, I finally received a message that I can schedule an appointment now. I simply need my iron levels to be monitored since I’ve had to have an iron infusion two times in the last few years.
I also finally got Lillian’s iron infusion scheduled!! That took much time, advocating, and back and forth, too. Now to get her referral to the hematologist addressed which was also denied. I filed a complaint for that also.
I got a pretty drastic haircut. I’ve not had bangs in nearly 30 years. So I got bangs and a shag cut. I’m not quite sure how to deal with bangs anymore so I’ve just been pinning them down. And I actually like them that way. I don’t think I like hair touching my forehead. Ha!
See you next week, or the next, or the next … Thank you for reading my writings and for subscribing!
June 24 2025
I haven’t been for a walk outside of my complex since last fall, before fall semester began. I went to bed deeply sad last night, woke up the same. Between this lovely, much needed walk, and a therapy session where we dug into what was triggering the sadness, I’m feeling better.
I am deeply grateful to my therapist and her use of EMDR therapy. We unpacked some deep stuff, traveled back to 5th grade, and I made a decision to honor my feelings; and to stop doing things for fear that I will miss out, or be excluded. And the big one, to stop creating solely to receive recognition. Damn if that stuff isn’t tied to sweet lil 5th grade Camilla. 🖤👽🖤
June 22 2025
Guess what Monday Night Poetry folks? I finally had time to put together a very basic website for poetry events! Now we can send folks to the website if they aren’t on instagram.
https://mondaynightpoetry.com/