joined on 05/13/05
last updated 06/09/07
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about me
I'm loving Seattle, raising my son, and trying to establish new routines for myself. Working on a collection of my fiction, and looking around again for an open mic that's more about the words than the performance.
Heartbreak, 1 (poem, circa 1992)
(blog entry)
I`m trying to lose my self
in the words of others.
teen poets, drunks, authors.
They are blinders which prevent my
remembering,
fill the absences as she would.
It's another cafe/used bookstore.
I watch the customers. They...
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Taking Aim (a poem)
(blog entry)
paintpellet poetry. quickdraw poetry. thins town ain't big enough for the both of us poetry. sniper poetry. one round in the chamber and its been spun poetry. one round and it's been saved for yourself poetry. full auto poetry. triggerhappy...
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XIII
(blog entry)
There is no choice to the approach--
first strains herald binding denial.
Warning in their ears ignored by one
who would hear the mesmer song.
Lucid Ulysses knew the sirens without their peace,
knew the ache without release
the wail that shr...
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Incantation (a poem)
(blog entry)
smoke, everywhere, and
I'm the only one who can
smell it.
the bits of bark and dried pupae
the ground to powder remains of
one woman's day, gathering
under a dark moon for Hecate
with a rutting dance for Pan
she'd collected all that I b...
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Vermont (a poem)
(blog entry)
I met Vermont with Fall in her eyes.
She'd sit behind glass and watch the leaves
delighted by their twist and lazy drift,
by the way the wind would be betrayed.
She'd collect them to her breast like
spiked kerchief-- reds and golds
bright...
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I`m trying to lose my self
in the words of others.
teen poets, drunks, authors.
They are blinders which prevent my
remembering,
fill the absences as she would.
It's another cafe/used bookstore.
I watch the customers. They are losing their
selves in the decor. The sofa,
"so living roomish", or a shadowbox
here:
( a bit of barbed wire, a sugar
spiderweb, a tassel)
are the stuff of easy
distraction.
I have the words of others,
and the sa...
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paintpellet poetry. quickdraw poetry. thins town ain't big enough for the both of us poetry. sniper poetry. one round in the chamber and its been spun poetry. one round and it's been saved for yourself poetry. full auto poetry. triggerhappy poetry. poetry, full bore.
Thu, December 29, 2005 - 11:09 PM
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There is no choice to the approach--
first strains herald binding denial.
Warning in their ears ignored by one
who would hear the mesmer song.
Lucid Ulysses knew the sirens without their peace,
knew the ache without release
the wail that shreds with longing.
Soporific oarsmen, content to row, deny his thrashings
Detested lashes tear the skin yet remain.
Mast at his back, in anguished passion self- secured
alone among the waxed.
Thu, December 29, 2005 - 10:58 PM
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smoke, everywhere, and
I'm the only one who can
smell it.
the bits of bark and dried pupae
the ground to powder remains of
one woman's day, gathering
under a dark moon for Hecate
with a rutting dance for Pan
she'd collected all that I burn now.
smoke, everywhere, and
it stays, coiled in the earth
dragon around my arm, it's
under my nails to be
tasted later, it gets
behind my eyes in a vision
of her:
thin limbs, laden, and bending.
Thu, December 29, 2005 - 10:57 PM
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I met Vermont with Fall in her eyes.
She'd sit behind glass and watch the leaves
delighted by their twist and lazy drift,
by the way the wind would be betrayed.
She'd collect them to her breast like
spiked kerchief-- reds and golds
brighter than wonder.
By day's end they'd have curled upon themselves,
leathern and mottled;
by day's end she knew: they were brilliant
only on the side toward the sun.
Thu, December 29, 2005 - 10:56 PM
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