Poetry is Cheap Therapy

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Monday, March 19, 2007

That Defining Moment: I am a Writer

At my husband's work party there were no characters- no disillusioned wizards or eyeless oracle hags no children with telekinetic powers no beautiful women hatched from eggs who would turn to swans in the moonlight. Instead, they were all as boring as hell - a room full of sex-offender therapists... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

The Season for War

Fall that colorful but dead month so appropriate that when the bodies of my friends are blown to bits like red, wet leaves I can squint my eyes and blame the trees. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 12, 2007

What Falling Means

My only son teeters at the top of the biggest hill in the world and smiles and runs straight down, his short legs committed to a desperate blur. He is coming to where I stand on the opposite ridge. I've just run down and up again, to show him how, but my legs are so much longer. I have coached him,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Buried Things

I stuck my trowel in the dirt and hefted out a nice mound, piling it next to the waiting impatiens. I looked in the hole, saw something there that shouldn't have been, and pulled it up, muddy and matted, its colors still bleeding through. It was the sleeve of a knit sweater, its cuff gaping at me... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 5, 2007

A bird in the hand.....

Back then you had to be twelve to visit the cancer ward so I was just old enough to flutter past the nurses station, down the halls of disinfected death to the room with the yellowed skeleton sporting Mother's bewildered eyes. My brother was ten. Just young enough that his only option was to walk... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Man's bumble- a haiku

Bees race for clover. The mower buzzes fiercely. This is man's bumble. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Raised by Men

I was raised by men instead of wolves, sucked at their tits the milk of masculinity, was taught not to cry at the cycles of the moon or smell someone else's crotch to find out what they really think of me. I am civilized. But in the deep snow, between the trees, I see the glint of luxurious coats,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

She's back - How I left Blogit and couldn't take it!

Fellow Bloggers, Yes, I've come back. After putting my blogs out into the immeasurable ether of the wider web, I discovered that in order to get the exposure, readership, comments, and intelligent exchange that I was used to here, I would have to spend twenty-four seven promoting my blog through... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Sadly, I'm moving

Fellow Bloggers, Sadly, I'm moving off Blogit due to difficulty in paying from my location (New Zealand). I have started a new poetry blog at poetryischeaptherapy.blogspot.com so if you liked my stuff please come visit and leave your comments. I hope to see you there. Thank you to all who gave... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Narcissus, the writer

I am the passionate lover of my own verbosity, wooing, courting, flirting, caring, fucking with words. I sleep, my manuscript pages tangled in the sheets, or I don't sleep till three or four, talking to my words, talking with them, about them, Listening to them roll of my lips sensuously, staring... Sign in to see full entry.

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When the tapping on the inside and the tapping on the outside coincide, words are born. All poetry copyright protected to give_a_rip 2006.

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