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19 May 2007 @ 11:25 pm
According to the website. :( Hopefully the interview will help. Do me a great big favor and buy a book? I'll love you forever!!

New poem written today:

"If A Tree Falls In The Forest"

Summer sun slanting,
The broken golden warmth tantalizing
An iradescent veil hanging loose
On a line,
Happy in this moment, without purpose,
Or with even more purpose than when in use.
It's like the question that overemphasizes the
Importance of self.
We turn to the stillness of pollen-laden water,
Wishing for the same calm within ourselves.
There are so many questions I want to ask you,
But in reality they are all the one question,
Which then cancels itself out.
A tree falls in the forest:
You've changed me.
 
 
Current Mood: lonelylonely
Current Music: Arcade Fire- Wake Up
 
 
18 May 2007 @ 12:03 am
Date and time here: http://www.appalshop.org/wmmt/appattitude.html. you can stream from the website, if you like. Don't miss!!
 
 
Current Mood: working
Current Music: Yellowcard- Gifts And Curses
 
 
09 April 2007 @ 05:05 pm
NPM  
Oh, in case I have neglected to mention because of a most busy life- THIS IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!! So do something special and poetic this month. Leave copies of your favorite poem in public places. Play a game at a party where one person starts with a line and each person there adds a line until you have a full poem of which to make copies and pass out as a party souvenir to all who attended. Write down relevant quotes by your favorite poets on every piece of paper on which you must sign your name. Anything fun and creative that spreads the joy of poetry. Then let me know by commenting on any entry in this journal what you did to celebrate National Poetry Month. I'm so excited to know what each of the readers of this page do!
 
 
26 April 2006 @ 11:06 pm
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Just so you know, this IS tagged. I don't know why it's not showing up. :/
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: The Cure- Closedown
 
 
19 April 2006 @ 06:34 am
I really need some critiques and opinions! I'm trying to figure out which one I should enter into a contest and I need to know if anything needs sprucing up.

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Current Mood: listlesslistless
Current Music: Ben Folds - Best Immitation of Myself
 
 
 
15 April 2006 @ 04:05 pm
It goes without saying that The Road is a major theme in literature. Roads, paths, tracks, rivers... it's all The Road.

Your assignment is to write about The Road.

Just go wherever your road takes you.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 01:01 pm
I hope my poem gets rejected so I can put it on here...
 
 
it seems I've suddenly made a disconnection
I might be the living dead. because instead of seeing myself
I see no reflection. is this an infection of my mind?
or is this just mental rejection?
I've been hearing around the streets that they're saying "she just needs to be given some direction."
but I know I've seen better days, but it's too long ago to remember.
the fire inside me has died, filled with the ashes that were once embers
which have now turned a shade of grey. sometimes it feels
I'm a thing trapped within a body, trouble keepin my feet on the ground
like I'm walking around, completely head over heels.
I'm stuck inside a body, that looks and walks, talks and behaves like a different version of me.
it isn't me, it isn't me.
 
 
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
Current Music: Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond Parts 1-5
 
 
16 March 2006 @ 12:19 pm
This poem is dedicated to mad New Jersey Pride:

when it comes to origins, I say my point A is
a little bit of dirty sins, and where my story just begins.
I come from the land where the sunsets are more psychedelic,
where the air is unnaturally thick, where all of us are just
this shy of being hick.
Boys don wife beater shirts, and the girls wear mini skirts.
We've got more drugs than a pharmacy, more weirdness than
any other state could be. And, when everyone believes were
nothing more, than a trashy state with jug handles, a parkway,
a state referred to as the US's whore.
In New Jersey, we're more than hardcore.
 
 
01 March 2006 @ 10:51 pm
*this poem was recently rejected just like the other i posted--same submission*
COMMENTS MUCH APPRECIATED, please critique!


Poster Meditation
(Asian Grass)





Wisp thin rasps against the heart of the
bloodround
perfectred
rising sun

wailing through the millenia to the shogun philosopher kings
sobbing downward with the swish of giving up

the perfection
of careful ricepaper and seaweed
wrapped hard-earned suppers
cry out
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