Random poems from my past lives (Including an ode to Diana - jazz hands, anyone?) |
"I Was Born With a Broken Heart" - 11/23/05I was born with a broken heartThe alwaysness of this emptynessis exquisitely tenderand glistens like water I was born I was bornI was bornTorn.
Blood i...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:25:00 GMT |
My testment, my mother, and why there are no 50-year-old suicide bombers |
The slight bite of a new sunburn on my upper back. Sun-heavy eyelids. What I'm writing here is a testament. I wonder if I'll ever long to be famous. If I'll long to be my gener...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 01:38:00 GMT |
50 Pleasures |
1. Laying out on Brighton Beach with my best friend Diana and a big fat James Michener novel.
2. Sleeping naked.
3. Pedicures.
4. Mary Hanley singing Sinead O'Connor in karaoke...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 14:29:00 GMT |
Chillin' Like Mae West |
Today I accept that there will come a time when my body will be important to no one but me. My parents will die and my brother will make it big in Hollywood and forget me. My girlfrie...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 09:09:00 GMT |
My Generation |
Note to the reader: I wrote this in a moment of sheer terror, when the magnitude of the fact that ONE IN FIVE sexually active New Yorkers has chlamydia sunk in. This writing is my re...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 16:46:00 GMT |
My Aunt |
My aunt is dying.
No, you don't know much about her. I've seen her perhaps three or four times in my life. She is my grandmother's little sister, and for thirty five years or so she's been...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 08:21:00 GMT |
Mad Poetic Skillz (while PMSing) |
Wrote these this summer...ay, guajira, I love them too much
The Science of I-ence
I should replace this current brain
with one whose separate parts are in agreement with the main
I should inv...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 13:44:00 GMT |
Musings from the Land of Milk and Honey. And Falafel. |
I've been a productive little paralegal and finished most of my work for this week. So, naturally, one's thoughts turn to MySpace. Here's a journal entry I penned in Israel.
22 Dec 06 ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 00:34:00 GMT |
A poem for my boyfriend's dead mother |
To Celia
I will never meet youbut I know you, Celia. You shine through him like so many sunrisesin each of his petalsYou fade purple to pinkThe curvy characters of your name leftsweet, bleeding...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 22:04:00 GMT |
A poem from last summer...still apropos |
Cancion del Agua y El Muerto
Me ahogo ahora o me ahogo horitaOdio que mis pulmones estan en tus manosAsi como lo que esta enterradoEntre ellos.
Cuando uno se ahoga en aguas calurososSe ahoga an...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 21:53:00 GMT |
