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About Me

i perform poetry: i throw little mud pies of consciousness at people (that sometimes ryhme, oh i have a love affair with rhymes) i sing, talk too much and i am trying really hard to listen more. "because when i take a moment to notice
each one of us is a luminous bundle of color drops a collectively contaminated public pool of thought swimming with brightly colored rings and slippery laminated stories to sing, and i want to dive through them all, i want to be the lifeguard that saves you when you fall and start to sink, when you think you're going into deep, the one that reminds you that it's when you hit the concrete that you'll no longer be asleep..." i am giving up roles, wearing mismatched socks, listening to my music too loud, measuring years by the books I have read and learning to see beyond what is in front of me.i mother, i laugh and i am not capitalizing myself anymore, because You are the more interesting one.
here's one of my poems:

My Interests

disecting dew drops. listening to my atoms swell. tickling baby feet. laying hands on the ozone.trying ridiculous fads like magnet therapy and meditation. your dreams. ink pens. the destruction of corporate politics. "when we become the the illumined snow globe chosen from the shelf to be shaken and looked upon with awe." lentils. suitcases. anything that changes or opens, little gold lockets especially

I'd like to meet:

people with a cause, a song, a poem or idea.
"We are living through one of the most fundamental shifts in history ; a change in the actual belief structure of Western society. No economic, political, or military power can compare with the power of a change of mind. By deliberately changing their images of reality, people are changing the world." ; Willis Harman, Global Mind Change

Music:

Movies:

homemade.

Television:

I gave up my one addiction, grey's anatomy. now i am in recovery.

Books:

The New Earth by Eckhart Tolle, I say Unto you by osho, Back to Eden Cook book and The Writer's Path, Bhagavad Gita, The Essential Rumi

Heroes:

mother teresa, buddha, gandhi, anyone who has transcended race conciousness. the lady at Braums, my mailman, healthcare workers, landscapers, anyone who works hard to make other lives easier.

My Blog

Make up Poem for Day 6 - Goings On of the Day

I’m still making up for the first few days of April. The assignment for Day 6 was to write about the things you did all day. I wrote about yesterday. The Goings On of the Day I sent naked pictu...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:51:00 PST

make up poem for Day 7- ramble poem

From Poetic Asides: Today’s prompt is to write a "ramble poem." That is, I want you to write a poem where you just start rambling without worrying about where you’re headed. Very interesti...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:46:00 PST

Poem 9- Day 9 Salt Shakers

Poetic Asides prompt: Write a poem inspired by one word. Title the poem with that word. Saltshakers There are clever things being said all over this bar. Previously rehearsed perhaps. (Like ...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 07:33:00 PST

Poem for Day 8- inspired by Frida Khalos Little Deer

There is a poetry challenge going on 30 poems in 30 days. ( I got some making up to do. As usual) this one is from the facebook group: poetic asides http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeti...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:10:00 PST

Poem 7 for Day 7 - late for work at the capitol

I didn’t know about the poetry challenge when I wrote this but I think it still counts. Late for Work at the Capitol I know I was late for work this morning but let me explain No, ...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 09:29:00 PST

sadness is just hapiness in the past tense

Notes from the Editor (excerpt from upcoming issue of The Wayward Word) He wanted to write the truth in every crevice of my body. He said he would write and smear and write again. He would writ...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:15:00 PST

Questions from Kavi

Why does it hurt when I push on my face like this? How come I always know where I am, like I can always see out my eyes and feel my bones, and I know where I am. You don’t know where I am& but I...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:26:00 PST

no bitches. just women and our stories.

People have asked how the Women of the World Poetry Slam went. So here’s a bit. At first, I come back wordless. Like there is no possible way I could expand upon the truth that was exclaimed in ...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 01:05:00 PST

weekend poem

The weekend buzzes from the next room like an eager child, hand raised, mouth full of locusts. I yell across the hall at it There is no way you've got more tricks and splendor than this ...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 08:59:00 PST

The Mardi Gras Election

2-06-08 Yesterday was Tuesday. Fat and Super Tuesday. The ballots are still being counted, trickling through the checks and re-checks. We are loopy and hoarse from the late night a...
Posted by Lauren Z. on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 12:34:00 PST