Friday, October 28, 2005

Hello Again

After almost a month of hiding, I'm back! Here's a recent poem featured in _iris_ online.


Tired of midnight screams in drafty rooms
she imagines a jaunt down lover’s lane
like a walk on the moors
to distract her dampened spirits

if she can make it on
through questions
more questions than any governess agency
dares to ask.

She wants to speak the truth
though truth often brings her trouble.
So this time she’ll slip
into white lies.

Plain? Not Very
Exciting? Somewhat

Lying is fun.
She can turn herself into a babe
by clicking keys.

Who cares if Rochester waits for her
the other side of a burning house.

She’s sick of gloom
of being the model for every wallflower
in every century.

Longs to be a hot young star
even Barbie would emulate.

To shine in cyberspace.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

A Love Poem by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds         5
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!         10
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!