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Break the terror break the terror break the terror of the urban spell
college student. (english literature, dance, education)
quite fond of:
friends and family (and where the lines blur)
poetry
the bay area
dance (for life and always)
eating constantly
party time (excellent!)
retail therapy
olympic level procrastination
wandering in libraries
sleeping at odd hours
emotional masochism Youtube Last.fm
Poetry
Excerpts from "Sound Off" chapbook. Poetry Workshop I, Mills College, August-November 2009. Copyright 2009, all rights reserved.
"Progression"
As a
transcendent
As a
free for all
repeated chest pelting
supposition
As
calendar wrangling
early onset dementia
As a
numbed cataclysm
As a
extended liaison
bewildered iris
mission statement
as
Lanyard kin
Horizon line
as an
Ego rumination
Testament not old not new
as a
Memory likeness
as a
Carbon copier
Ampersand
Technology etching
as an
Intelligent design
as
Clarity.
That’s enough for today.
"unscheduled"
sounds smash into her silence white noise darkening recycled thoughts she wears earplugs to silence
the silence a familiar battle turned stalemate whispered pleas uttered into blackness horizontally NEVER kneeling God doesn’t forgive her for that. Refrigerator motors thunder alongside barbeque sauce limes chocolate syrup trickling down flowing
brain waves pooling mattress side dampening the balls of her feet come
morning thoughts continue as she sits She sets the radio timer a cradle of melodies hold her
tight
"strangers"
this glass was blown and cut and formed
to create an other outside inside
an-other pane deflects these messages transformed
into the barrier splitting the seats between us i’d
sought a tin can string turned
makeshift noose imperfections accepted this time
eyes turned to pathways of fingerprints blurred
against a window melting dna yours and mine
stop pretending in this table turned court. being the judge
isn’t easy. stop glancing street side and try. opening up
my mouth was easy. you drop this a grudge
or fling accusatory stock sentences. this cup
half thirds quarters this isn’t full
order another. larger. a jarful.
"Chicken Chow Mein"
Nothing is delivered without cost.
[ cohesion and concreteness
coherence ]
Ideals are minimal. Intangible. Disintegrating.
Entirely overrated. Minimally useful.
Often repulsive.
Sugar free Red Bull.
Merely something to hold.
Something to cap, cover, close
Off.
Your fortune: Only you can change your life. No one can do it for you.
My fortune: A person is never to old to leNoproblem leaves you where you found it.arn.
It is quite the reasonable goal,
to shatter that which has already collided.
Time for a 6-7 page paper on Miss Sylvia Plath!! Joy/horror! I'm writing on "Morning Song", but "The Rival" and Lady Lazarus" are two of my favorites. Partake.
"The Rival"
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers. Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything. I wake to a mausoleum; you are here, Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes, Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous, And dying to say something unanswerable.
The moon, too, abuses her subjects, But in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.
No day is safe from news of you, Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.