Divorce
mornings came to us like presents
at sunrise
beams of light, ribbon tassles
ready to be greedily opened
anticipation
consuming a young boy's mind
as mama worked a magic spell
in the kitchen
conjuring homemade tortillas
at dawn
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be magic daddy, mommy
but now mornings come to me like
the closing scenes
of nightmares
climbing...
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mornings came to us like presents
at sunrise
beams of light, ribbon tassles
ready to be greedily opened
anticipation
consuming a young boy's mind
as mama worked a magic spell
in the kitchen
conjuring homemade tortillas
at dawn
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be magic daddy, mommy
but now mornings come to me like
the closing scenes
of nightmares
climbing...
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heloise:
Just out of interest: Are you a member of SG Writer's Guild. I was but I didn't hand in an assignment on time (a poem relating to an empty bottle of Moet and Chandon abandoned on the street). I was only a member for two weeks. Stuff em. Anyway I really like that line as eggs cackled dancing on grease (simple but very effective). I'll try to check your website again.
candylac:
nice
Blind Love
If darkness shrouded my eyes
so that I could no more see - blind
'mi amor' I would love you no less
for with hands, scent, my carress
I would see with my thoughts a goddess
blessing my bed
I do not need this worthless sight
to know your tender brests at night
against my chest
my heart and soul envision what
my...
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If darkness shrouded my eyes
so that I could no more see - blind
'mi amor' I would love you no less
for with hands, scent, my carress
I would see with my thoughts a goddess
blessing my bed
I do not need this worthless sight
to know your tender brests at night
against my chest
my heart and soul envision what
my...
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wordamouth:
I love the way you write kid. It's a gift. Keep it up foreal. The world needs more of this. Keep me posted. ONE
annalee:
Im so glad! Was it all ok? 
norritt:
nice digital collage
sophie:
that's bad ass.
Caffiene!!!!
tryst with an A embroidered on my sleeve
all the world slept at dawn
when we met
every sense was on edge
around the corner I caught a scent
of that shiny black skin - gleaming
waiting
for me to drink love in
No one knows -
not demons or angels
could ever know the lust
starting from my mouth
PULSING POUNDING STRAINING
down...
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tryst with an A embroidered on my sleeve
all the world slept at dawn
when we met
every sense was on edge
around the corner I caught a scent
of that shiny black skin - gleaming
waiting
for me to drink love in
No one knows -
not demons or angels
could ever know the lust
starting from my mouth
PULSING POUNDING STRAINING
down...
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annalee:
Oh your name has changed! I wondered who you were at first. If you would like a print I could make one for you in the size you want? I was thinking of getting a prints account on this site I made a page on the other day too but I thought I should wait til I have more work. Hope you are well.
sophie:
ah! there you are. well, howdy-do. please disregard the e-mail i just sent.
thanks again for all the great comments and e-mails. wonderful!
thanks again for all the great comments and e-mails. wonderful!
Blind Love
If darkness shrouded my eyes
so that I could no more see - blind
'mi amor' I would love you no less
for with hands, scent, my carress
I would see with my thoughts a goddess
blessing my bed
I do not need this worthless sight
to know your tender brests at night
against my chest
my heart and soul envision what
my...
Read More
If darkness shrouded my eyes
so that I could no more see - blind
'mi amor' I would love you no less
for with hands, scent, my carress
I would see with my thoughts a goddess
blessing my bed
I do not need this worthless sight
to know your tender brests at night
against my chest
my heart and soul envision what
my...
Read More
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annabelle:
p.s. i looked through your website.
wow.
wow.
jerawyn:
I like your idea for your next themed photo set. I think you may be in for quite the emotional runabout with the subject matter, so be careful.
I love taking photos, and have a personal project where i was taking pics of the packs of homeless dogs in LA. I imagine them to be little hobos, with their own little family stories. My hubby won't let me bring anymore home...we already have 4...which is more than enough. I just can't not look at them, and wonder about them when i see them though.
I love taking photos, and have a personal project where i was taking pics of the packs of homeless dogs in LA. I imagine them to be little hobos, with their own little family stories. My hubby won't let me bring anymore home...we already have 4...which is more than enough. I just can't not look at them, and wonder about them when i see them though.
If you have visited my Photography website you will know that I have been shooting roadside memorials for the last year and a half. Its been a wonderful project, moving, and giving me insight into an ignored element in our culture.
I have a few ideas for my next project. Here is one idea. I want to photograph hookers, street walkers, the kind that are...
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I have a few ideas for my next project. Here is one idea. I want to photograph hookers, street walkers, the kind that are...
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Catullus Poem 72
My English Translation:
You used to once say that Catullus alone knew you,
Lesbia, neither would you have wished to have Jove over me.
I deeply cared about you then,
but not just as a casual girlfriend,
but like a father loves his sons and sons-in-law
BUT NOW I KNOW ABOUT YOU!
and for that reason I burn with lust the more...
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My English Translation:
You used to once say that Catullus alone knew you,
Lesbia, neither would you have wished to have Jove over me.
I deeply cared about you then,
but not just as a casual girlfriend,
but like a father loves his sons and sons-in-law
BUT NOW I KNOW ABOUT YOU!
and for that reason I burn with lust the more...
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tiara:
nice pic (that 'i love tiara'+boobs)...
nice pic (that 'i love tiara'+boobs)...To Tata:
Hands like an old leather boot left to the elements
red roads built in the fields, cracked, bleeding crevices
rich soil married to fingernails - nuptials of pain
Your speech I didnt know Tata - but I could read
the chapters of toil upon your weathered face
crying out to grandchildren - novelas of heartaches
written in the thousands of miles
you walked...
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Hands like an old leather boot left to the elements
red roads built in the fields, cracked, bleeding crevices
rich soil married to fingernails - nuptials of pain
Your speech I didnt know Tata - but I could read
the chapters of toil upon your weathered face
crying out to grandchildren - novelas of heartaches
written in the thousands of miles
you walked...
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annalee:
Woah! That werewolf poem 
annalee:
Oh who did it scare? I thought it was pretty cool!
Monica had a baby
Black brown white?
Abuelita looked ashamed
Making the sign of the cross
Ai Santa Maria!
Watching the game
Tata drank another beer
Eyes half closed and red
A shake of the head
From Tia Lupe
who knows who the father is?
Oh Jesus help Mi Familia
Travesa! Cochina! Mijitia
Above Monicas bed
The Virgin of Guadelupe
Half smiling upon Latina mother...
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Black brown white?
Abuelita looked ashamed
Making the sign of the cross
Ai Santa Maria!
Watching the game
Tata drank another beer
Eyes half closed and red
A shake of the head
From Tia Lupe
who knows who the father is?
Oh Jesus help Mi Familia
Travesa! Cochina! Mijitia
Above Monicas bed
The Virgin of Guadelupe
Half smiling upon Latina mother...
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tiberiusprime:
Thank you - yes, as far as her physical attributes are concerned I know her body was very decomposed. So what I am referrring to is an imagined soul still down there in limbo, forever rolling with the tides and wondering at the horrifc act her husband committed.
thanks!
thanks!
lucille:
I didn't think of it as a poem. Mainly, just random bursts of feeling and thoughts. It's real, I made it from scratch, like really bad cookies. I have taken better looking craps than that piece of literature I threw up in my journal last night, but I think that bitterness is ugly. Thank you for your insight.
p.s.Your from my hometown.
[Edited on Mar 31, 2005 9:42PM]
p.s.Your from my hometown.
[Edited on Mar 31, 2005 9:42PM]
Scot, Lacy and Conner Peterson
Dark waters miles deep - black abyss
rolling to the sway of tides above
in anguish two souls clutch
a tight embrace
A mother's cold touch
forever holding
a baby's unborn face
black ocean miles down - final rest
rolling to the sway of tides above
a mother's thoughts forever cry churning
a fetus for life stillborn yearning
and a...
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Dark waters miles deep - black abyss
rolling to the sway of tides above
in anguish two souls clutch
a tight embrace
A mother's cold touch
forever holding
a baby's unborn face
black ocean miles down - final rest
rolling to the sway of tides above
a mother's thoughts forever cry churning
a fetus for life stillborn yearning
and a...
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candy:
uh.. thanks i guess? 