Andrea Gibson

spoken word artist.

I’ve got writer’s block. Ya’ll wanna help me write this poem??? Please?

Dear Shame,

Nobody in the world is a faster talker.
Nobody can auctioneer like you.
All our would-be change, spent
on the butchering of our own names.
Gut the god out of us. Gut the grace.
Get our joy by the jugular, bleed it out.
Teach us to take a punch
better than we can take a compliment.
A punch is something we can believe.
Have us always in the market
for the truth. Tell us the truth
is our bodies are dirty secrets.
Have us eating nothing
but our mirrors. Insist we chew them
with our mouths closed.
Yes I know my face is a fashion mistake.
Yes I know they would hate me
if they could see who I really am.
Dear Shame, if I could see who you
really are….

Launch of Our New Project “Note To Self”!

stayherewithus:

Launch of Our New Project “Note To Self”!

Dear SHWM,

Hello! Thank you for being here!

O my gosh we are so excited (!) to tell you about our brand new project – Note to Self! We need your help and can hardly wait to hear from you! Please watch our video explaining for and then check out the site for details!

So, so, so excited to get to know you all, and your younger selves,…

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So excited about our new Stay Here With Me project! 

stayherewithus:

SHWM! We surpassed 5,000 FB likes! AAAHH! Here are Andrea, Kelsey, and Julia having a dance party!

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Rumi


Please stay here with us.
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stayherewithus is such a joy to me.

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive.

Dr. Howard Thurman

What makes you come alive? Tell us at stayherewithus!

Please stay here with us.

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My joy likes to run from my body
quick as it can.
I’ve been practicing holding it
like I practice holding my breath at the pool.
I can do about half a lap
before my panic freaks out
on its little red whistle.
My panic is not a lifeguard
but you can’t tell my panic that.
My panic googled “how to perform CPR on yourself.”

I get panic attacks when I’m being looked at.  I get hungry in crowds, eat potato chips so I can control the noise, crunch the loud away.  I spend a lot of time thinking about the people who choose the middle seat on the airplane.  I miss home no matter where I am.  I love good on paper.   I listen to sad songs.  I own more mini-trampolines than anyone I have ever known.  Even my aunt who drank Tab.  I sometimes wish time wasn’t always so good at what it’s good at, but I can dance the electric slide.  I can remember exactly what it felt like when my dad took my training wheels off of my bike.  It had a banana seat. I had everything I would ever need. 

'What happens when people open their hearts?'…
‘They get better.’

Haruki Murakami

Love this and the open hearts at stayherewithus.

Please stay here with us.
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Very much looking forward to my return to Page Meets Stage onWednesday, June 18, at 8 pm at The DL Lounge in New York City (@TheDLNYC). The room holds 400, but advance tickets are recommended (available at www.PageMeetsStage.com)

Very much looking forward to my return to Page Meets Stage onWednesday, June 18, at 8 pm at The DL Lounge in New York City (@TheDLNYC). The room holds 400, but advance tickets are recommended (available at www.PageMeetsStage.com)