Margaret Atwood: Thriller Suite New Poems From woman capable of a so many things…Check out Update on Werewolves. Wonderful.
your vinyl skin your plastic eyes you doll you the pads of my fingers fold softly beneath the puff of your high quality vinyl cheek my beer soaked rough lined lips fold around the curve of your bow mouth and your forgiveness keeps me while your Barbie love surrounds me and i am yours
Once I cried but now I don’t. Once I hurt But now I won’t. Time I gave But now I take. Once I loved but now I hate. I told them no They call me bad. I told them yes They call me mad. Built a wall of stars So full of shame To keepContinue reading “Coming of Age in the City of Angels”
Adrian McKinty’s THE SUN IS GOD I am a tremendous fan of Irish literature. To be fair, I am probably unusually obsessed with Irish murder mysteries. But I have to insist that it is not the Irishness of the stories as much as it is the quality of the writing. I have found a number ofContinue reading “Adrian McKinty’s THE SUN IS GOD”
Secrets and Lies The Secret Place: A New Novel by Tana French- Discussion by Declan Burke Tana French is one of my favorite authors. Her stories are delicious and poetic and I’ve been looking forward to the next book for quite a while. For anyone who is interested in the genre and has not readContinue reading “Secrets and Lies”
A laugh with the boys Ribs getting a poke A run round the place She can’t take a joke He always said He don’t like short hair Why the hell would she cut it She’s puttin on airs His words she keep saying do nothin’ but cut like a serrated scissors just tear up herContinue reading “Scissors”
You are talking about science class and I am watching the way your hair curves past your chin without touching it. You are talking about prom dresses and I see the way your upper lip curls seashell like over your teeth as you speak. You are talking about boys, one boy, and I am watching the way your feet dance Continue reading “Reaching for L”
Sylvia Plath killed herself, And everything is poetry.
Sight and blindness Earth and sky Heaven and Hell Pain and pleasure Prayer and blaspheme. When worlds end My heart will feast On you. And you will forever Dance within me. 2013
When moonless night the wind does blow And curls your fist into its bow. When arrow sharp my name appears To slice through flesh of both your ears. When Fire’s warmth on bended knee Begs couple your heart’s savage freeze, And you deny, but shed a tear In memory of lost love so dear. WhenContinue reading “The Curse of Helena”