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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Lines that rock!

Ever written a poem and penned a line that felt a little bit like perfection—like you said more in a few words than some people do in a lifetime? Don't be humble, it doesn't suit you. Ever read a line in a poem that knocked your socks off, that you went back and read twice or more to be certain of... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Lucky’s Bar

Everyone’s itching in Lucky’s Bar from the pretty girl dressed in Lee jeans so tight they get a good yeast infection going every time she pulls up their stubborn zipper with a pair of needle-nose pliers to the couple whirling to a jukebox ballad delivered in a sad twang by a country singer called... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Letter to Barbie. . .

When I was taking a workshop with Suzanne Lummis, a wonderful poet and founder of the Los Angeles Poetry Festival, she had her students write personal address poems. In a personal address poem, you take a person of note, living or dead, real or mythical, and basically get whatever you want to say... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Eight Hours of Sight

(I wrote this villanelle when I was 20. I wasn't even under the influence of music by Jethro Tull or hallucinogens. I must have been hit by elfshot.) The night makes prophets of all sleeping things Our eyes move madly under parchment lids In darkness we can see, we find our wings The world, we see,... Sign in to see full entry.

Come Ashore (a sea chantey)

Never mind your net Never mind your crew If you listen, you'll hear There's another voice Than the sea that is calling to you Ready not your mast Ready not your sails If you'd see me anymore Put your back to the oar Come ashore, come ashore, come ashore I know the salt of emerald waves has touched... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The quetzal

I. It happened once that the sun forgot our people In his eagerness to reach the summer palace His children lay, stiff as stillborn birds Too thirsty to drink Many died, particularly the old ones Who had gathered enough tales to tell at the great fire And the children whose spirits wished To return... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Nietzsche with a broken heart

Love is an unlit candle Under an empty frame Love is a shrine to nothing With no one to thank or blame Sign in to see full entry.

I've been reading too much Dorothy Parker

Every life is a snuff film And every body's a grave So what does it matter really? If we do or we don't behave? Sign in to see full entry.

Ever pretended Yeats was writing about you?

I just came across the poem "A Crazed Girl" by Yeats (I'm belatedly putting my mind through college, reading poetry on the Internet and in used books). I have lots of friends who are crazed girls, including me...and even a few friends who are crazed boys. It's not often that being crazed is praised.... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 14, 2006

XX, XY

I'm sitting at my desk tap-tapping at my computer, when it hits me like a truck that you couldn't be cuter I ain't your bride and you ain't my suitor, but I ain't been spayed and you ain't been neutered It's tough getting by with XX and XY I don't liked math but I want to multiply And even when you... Sign in to see full entry.

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