Poetry
The stories are gone for extensive revamping, and most probably won't be back for some time.
However, don't let that get you down--I've got an insane amount of poetry to post now! Wait--is this necessarily a good thing?
Because I hate giving descriptions of my poems (your interpretation of subject matter might not be the same as mine), I've elected instead to just give you the first line of each poem directly beneath the link to it. That way, it should save on confusi;on, particularly with the numbered entries form my poetry journal.
Please, though. Have respect for my random verse. Don't copy it or use it in your college term paper or what not without the permission of the Supreme Poetry Goddess. The address is shewholaughs@drakmail.net.
Comments? Questions? Want to start a fan club for me? Write to me at the above address!
"Dancing once was safe, my love..."
"I had climbed through her branches..."
"Witihin, a sea cave..."
"Tomorrow singes my flesh..."
"Called to write..."
"My heart a volcano,"
"Tapestry, unwoven thread by thread,"
"Exploding out to the far constellations..."
"Darker than dreams..."
"The comfort of drawing close..."
"twisting my spine..."
"I want mostly to remember your voice,"
"A stranger on the lonely path I stand,"
"Young love may be mad, and perilously sweet,"
"My harpsichord is still."
"La Esmeralda dances on the worn cobblestones."
"The crowd on the street..."
"Here the red-brown brick of the fireplace is roughly comforting against my back."
LOTS and LOTS of individual "haiku"
"sticky and callused"
"Nothing formal, please. We..."
"Full moon on the wane,"
"The pirate sits on the dock,"
"Who is it that allowed the blind voice to love the one with a deaf heart?"
"Up to the tree..."
"I really don't want to be here."
"I was always the outsider."
"I am the king of all, and of nothing."
"He stood in the midst..."
"A life on the sea..."
