Freudian slip
My slip is showing, I'm slipping up. I'm leaking words from a dribble cup. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I'm reading short and sweet Aztec poems. . .
and invocations, translated by Franciso X. Alarcón, as well as some of his originals. I so admire this kind of succinctness, that really says everything: Same we see feel taste are so differently the same Heart fragrant flower open at midnight Morning Ritual I fold kiss carry my life inside my... Sign in to see full entry.
Refried blogit entries
Yes, these are reheated short and sweet poems, some stuff I wrote in spring of 2006. You You came and went A wet sneeze I'm still not dry Swing I tried to take a swing at you, instead I fell in love I don't blame my boxing skills, I blame your golden gloves Error message I'm getting an error message... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Go ask Alice
The strange question of what I am Is curiouser than Wonderland Just when you think you have caught the rabbit I hurry on, a disturbing habit *I am recovering, whatever it is you do, from the end of a 9-year marriage and 16-year relationship as I embark on this holiday season. There is someone... Sign in to see full entry.
Why yes, I do haiku
God plays with pinwheel purses lips to rock, dust, stars hold on for the ride midnight sky is rent fingers clumsy with power that’ll need mending Sign in to see full entry.
The Sad Tea Party
Hearts are like empty teacups And sex is a heady brew So quit staring at my B-cups And let's do what we have to do Patriarchy Putch I went one Oktoberfest to Hofbräuhaus and asked, "Where's all the women?" The place was like a sausagefest mit schperm waiting to schwimmen Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Help! I've fallen and I can't stop writing. . .
I've done a lot of writing today, in between reading the last Harry Potter book, which I never got around to, and being moody. I think all these short and sweet epigrams I've been writing (poems of about 4 lines, typically, often sarcastic and subversive, I've probably written about 250 of them in... Sign in to see full entry.
Every day is like sun day
We're heliocentric We're solar concentric Our sun-circle's constant However eccentric Sign in to see full entry.
Prison break
Life is like a prison break but 'til the day we're free, will you share my cot? Will you do time with me? Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
From what bowls of self-loathing and self-devouring. . .
logic/non-logic/denial/misogyny did this poem come? I'll explain that I was reading a study of Sylvia Plath's work bathed in subterranean psychic excavation, and I'll bookend it with the title of a cute little country song I may one day write if I ever move to Nashville. But I'm afraid I must own it... Sign in to see full entry.