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About Me

(this is supposed to be in poem form) Eating Poetry --- Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.--- Mark StrandCreate or get your
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My Interests

red wine, rich coffee, ripe tomatoes, dried mangos, descriptive & honest poetry, trees in brooklyn & everywhere else, the long stretch of a bridge, thunderstorms and walking slowly

I'd like to meet:

Emily Dickinson so that i could ask her why she was always so sad & get a lesson on how to write a good poem out of anguish and happiness out of solitude. Walt Whitman so that i could hear him tell a story because i'm sure he had the most amazing voice. Albert Einstein because i love his hair and i'd like to see the twinkle in his eyes that you can only glimpse in pictures. The Woman who gave birth to adolf hitler so that i could look into her eyes and see if the madness had started there. Van Gogh because i want to watch him paint and know what it feels like to watch a genius create. and sometimes, most of all, i'd like to meet Myself before age 6 --

Television:

Sara Beth Sheiner --
[noun]:

A hard-core grave robber

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Books:

i've started many & finished less - but i promise i always begin with good intentions

Heroes:

You Are Animal
A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.
You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.
But you sure can beat a good drum.
"Kill! Kill!" The Muppet Personality Test

My Blog

when a man loves a woman...

When a Woman Loves a Manby David LehmanWhen she says margarita she means daiquiri.When she says quixotic she means mercurial.And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"she means, "Put your arm...
Posted by sara on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 07:27:00 PST

It's my birthday so I thought....

...I'd find out when I'm due to die. Ha. - What's wrong with me? You Will Die at Age 55http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg " height="100" width="100">Not bad, considering your su...
Posted by sara on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 12:54:00 PST

"diamonds"

Diamonds by Kathryn Stripling Byer This, he said, giving the hickory leaf to me. Because I am poor. And he lifted my hand to his lips, kissed the fingers that might have worn gold rings if h...
Posted by sara on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 06:28:00 PST

"my hero bares his nerves"

My Hero Bares His Nerves by Dylan Thomas My hero bares his nerves along my wristThat rules from wrist to shoulder,Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,Leans on my mortal ruler,The proud...
Posted by sara on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 06:24:00 PST

this is for carrie & james brown

tripping on rocks you say that you dont know me anymore you say it as if you ever really did as if you ever truly could &...
Posted by sara on Mon, 15 May 2006 07:46:00 PST

whipped cream

i'm so tired of this job, of this frustration and anticipation. i feel like a drone & all of my creativity is just zapped out of me. i think of so many things to write about when i am ...
Posted by sara on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 10:56:00 PST

actually i have a question first

how easy would it be for people to just steal my poems and call them their own?
Posted by sara on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 11:45:00 PST

the purpose for most of my blogs

ok so, i'm going to post up some of my poems. i had a livejournal for a little while but never really did anything to it and it wasnt public. but i'd really like to get some feedback...
Posted by sara on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 11:42:00 PST