Alright, so I understand that I am severely delinquent in updating, oh, pretty much all of my WIPs. However, seeing as how my brain is too bedraggled from hours of monotony at work - not to mention weeks of sleep deprivation - I bring you, as a peace offering, more old poetry. These are from 2003-2004 ( Read more... )

I really should be working. Of course, I figure with all the hours I put in, this company owes me. Big time.

In any case, I found another poem, also from '05, written on my lunch break for my friend Dana. Never finished this one either, although perhaps a little poetry still remaining in motion isn't a bad thing.....

Elide

Plum shadows lace the lawn, ( Read more... )

I wrote this poem in late 2005, during a lunch break at work. The world felt windless then - I was in Sales, working our kiosk and bored beyond belief; I was newly married and struggling to cope with a bevy of losses. I was desperate for a breeze, would have given my soul for a little ruffle of wind - a whisper, a kiss. *wink* In any case, the air ( Read more... )

Dug up another old poem - this one from 2002, I think. Maybe 2003. I could almost miss Athens tonight, just a little.

Have a giggle:

Classic City

Dust in whorls

avenues aflutter with

molecular friction,

flecks of skin. Insect casings

twine, wind-coiled,

and flake in the

mortar and pestle of dusk.

City sounds like nightbirds, cicada-soft

rumble of tires

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Here's a bit of my original poetry. They are all resurrected from various readings in 2004, in need of editing, but all opinions are welcome if you are so inclined. It's been sometime since I revisisted these older works, and something tonight - maybe this raga and it's sweet-sad sound, prompted me to post before the final fall into sleep.

How I ( Read more... )