Category: Creative

  • Poem: By The Highway

    By The Highway On the rock wall Sheer, Crazed, lined with vertical scars Remnants of the process (designed, coldly) by which tons of rock ancient beyond reckoning were blasted away The bleary, beery late night spray-job echoes back the builders’ desperate anonymous scrawl: I was here.

  • Poem: When I Die

    Oddly enough, this was written in one of my better moods. When I Die Do not mark my passage with marble, No. Turn towards the light. Do not hold my bones hostage In iron and lead Or cage my form in a chemical bath. These atoms are not me. Where I am going, No body…

  • A Grand Scheme

    After ten straight hours of bingeing on chocolate eggs, what eventually hatched was a scheme. Lacking a phaeton-and-four, it was a simple plan. (The author has just finished a Jane Austen book, and is thinking of seasides, horse-drawn carriages, and misadventures that result in stays of se’ennight, ending in marriage.) It began as a casual…

  • Poem: Advice from the Inner Critic

    Advice from the Inner Critic Love?!? Love’s been done to death. Nobody’s had anything new to say In 60 generations. And how do you plan to avoid The cheese-traps, Running mouse-like through The maze of metaphors? No. Best to steer clear, Dance around the edges. Leave love to the experts.

  • Poem: Liberation

    Cast off the shackles of belonging. There is no You to hide from There is only perfect knowledge of Beauty and Truth Cloaked in 7000 generations of catastrophe

  • Tummy Tucks

    The tummy. Flatten your tummy. Get rid of belly fat. Get the abs you’ve always dreamed of. With this one magic secret. And if that doesn’t work, And you’ve gone the way of the 10,000 sit ups and One thousand and one pilates classes And yoga just isn’t doing it for you, And neither did…

  • The Inevitable Path

    I promised an article on Repetitive Stress today, but I’m having technical difficulties. You’ll understand if I manage to resolve them, or I’ll explain if I don’t. Like many of you, I have spent the weeks since Christmas cleaning all the things.(1) This included giving away many of the things. Yesterday, I gave away the…

  • Poem: With Apologies to Erica Jong

    With Apologies to Erica Jong… And our other foremothers who spent our childhoods storming the gates of power so that when we came of age, they would stand open, gaping before us, beckoning. And to my sisters who ran with me towards the maw, firmly convinced that this. This. was the key to it all.…

  • On the Care and Feeding of Trolls

    Warning: Contains obscenities, which is almost completely uncharacteristic for me. Just in case you care. I got a troll on twitter. Just one, and it was mild, and I did not deign to reply. I chose instead to revert to my sister’s IRL approach (which she brilliantly came up with at 14, I might add.)…

  • Poem: The Morning After

    The Morning After… Awaking in a rented bed The morning after the Wedding He gazes upon his Newly Minted Bride “Do you take cream in your coffee?” he poses “I do,” she replies and Grins

  • Poem: Calling in…

    For a change of pace: Bad beat poetry about universities. Calling in… Apathetic. I’m too tired. And my chest hurts anyway. And somehow I just don’t care. About your priorities, And all your pet projects, And the fact that you guys just can’t Get it together. So you’ll buy a $60,000 multimedia Whiz-bang high def…

  • Poem: Fenris Unbound

    Fenris Unbound It all begins with an innocent act. Original sin of the kingdom:                                               Eat. Read red nature,            Tooth and claw. Life flows across our lips, cruel wisdom. And we know, dread-full This too shall pass. Hope glimmers at the edge of his hearing And he comes to us in dreams,    Whispering…    (All…