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Sunday, December 3, 2006
Poems
A Lesson In Love
Love was something you made your parents believe
before you went to bed.
I made a boy chase me,
pedalling faster and faster
in the rain.
Splooshing his thin legs through puddles
I laughed
and later he kissed me.
Love fell from my tongue,
just a word I had heard.
I drew heart-shaped lines
when I was nine. "I love you."
How his face flushed
and his eyes gaped
wide and strained, like dry egg whites.
I was too big for my body.
I haven't learned love.
Hands and lips.
He said love after denting my mattress
and licking my ear.
What did he love?
It was just a word that needed to be heard.
I said it back.
What was I saying?
I was too big for my body.
I said it back
published in A Mother's String by Ekstasis Editions
Kheda
The bamboo trees reaching like jail bars in the jungle, kheda
a place pretending to tame wild things.
I see the giants grazing on palms
a family of prisoners restrained
forgetting their freedom.
This is how we box nature, to make it tidy
and bring across continents like television sets
for viewing.
A section of wild land and ivory
shrunken beneath hot sun.
A depletion in the earth.
* Kheda - an enclosure or corral for the capture of wild elephants
published in A Mother's String by Ekstasis Editions
Love was something you made your parents believe
before you went to bed.
I made a boy chase me,
pedalling faster and faster
in the rain.
Splooshing his thin legs through puddles
I laughed
and later he kissed me.
Love fell from my tongue,
just a word I had heard.
I drew heart-shaped lines
when I was nine. "I love you."
How his face flushed
and his eyes gaped
wide and strained, like dry egg whites.
I was too big for my body.
I haven't learned love.
Hands and lips.
He said love after denting my mattress
and licking my ear.
What did he love?
It was just a word that needed to be heard.
I said it back.
What was I saying?
I was too big for my body.
I said it back
published in A Mother's String by Ekstasis Editions
Kheda
The bamboo trees reaching like jail bars in the jungle, kheda
a place pretending to tame wild things.
I see the giants grazing on palms
a family of prisoners restrained
forgetting their freedom.
This is how we box nature, to make it tidy
and bring across continents like television sets
for viewing.
A section of wild land and ivory
shrunken beneath hot sun.
A depletion in the earth.
* Kheda - an enclosure or corral for the capture of wild elephants
published in A Mother's String by Ekstasis Editions
Saturday, December 2, 2006
My Initial Entry
Welcome to my first blog site. After much time and contemplation, I have finally decided to carve out my own space in the ever-expanding world of the Internet. I am a child of the 80's and, although I have become Internet savvy (out of sheer necessity and curiosity) over the years, it has taken me awhile to succumb to this new world of communication.
I prefer to hold private phone conversations inside my house and I have never text-messaged anyone on a cell phone. That being said, I am a writer and communicator at heart and, as I develop my writing craft and publish my works (poetry, freelance articles, fiction), I realize the benefits of being able to showcase my works for feedback and word-of-mouth in both the writing and non-writing community.
So, here I am. Geronimo! Blog sites have always seemed somewhat surreal to me, as they are essentially public journals. On the other hand, so is poetry. I believe the goal of a writer is to touch another heart and mind with ideas through language and imagery, which I aim to do on my blog. I hope to see comments from familiar and new voices. I also trust that any works I post will be respected as copyright.
I prefer to hold private phone conversations inside my house and I have never text-messaged anyone on a cell phone. That being said, I am a writer and communicator at heart and, as I develop my writing craft and publish my works (poetry, freelance articles, fiction), I realize the benefits of being able to showcase my works for feedback and word-of-mouth in both the writing and non-writing community.
So, here I am. Geronimo! Blog sites have always seemed somewhat surreal to me, as they are essentially public journals. On the other hand, so is poetry. I believe the goal of a writer is to touch another heart and mind with ideas through language and imagery, which I aim to do on my blog. I hope to see comments from familiar and new voices. I also trust that any works I post will be respected as copyright.
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