How many poems constitutes “a lot” of poems? Sometime last year I began trying to wrangle my poems into some kind of order, all my
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I’m still reading Carl Sandburg’s big book of Abraham Lincoln.
Don’t try to put me in your pigeon hole, don’t tell me how you sold your soul, I don’t really want to know, I’ve got
“Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always
During the fall months of 2008 and into 2009, reality slipped away from me. Amid the avalanche of dissipating solidity descending into complete confusion and
Coming soon… Fairy Wails Where is this hero Who is so oft spoke of? Where it this mythological man, Who saves the day, Who mends
from ‘Gold Mine’ _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have
So, I am a poetess And I knowitess. April is National Poetry Month. Here is a link to poets.org, if you are interested, you can
Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems
The Café New Orleans May, 1996 It was the kind of morning that I love, the sky, a mix of cold greys and steely blues,
Available Now! In time for Halloween! Get The Slick Furies! The vampire novel. Talessia Sinclair works for The Aeternus Fidei Research and Development Center in
Up early this morning, though I don’t generally make it a habit to discuss my habits. There was, however, a great write up recently about
Each moment that I live and breathe, I believe, Yes, I believe, In caterpillars and butterflies, In thunderstorms and clear blue skies, I believe in
In moments daring, her heart shown through her breast, a rapid rhythm that if she confessed, held more inside its chambers than he knew, in
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can.
Why should we pretend we are not devastated? These lives, these loves, the lovers into friends, and friends, into lovers? Why should we pretend our
11/7/12 This page is a cigarette, This page is a smoking gun. This page is a poem, and a Cinnamon Bun. This page is a
It is the Eve of All Saints. Beware your steps, tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day, first, do no harm, that
The Fall Of Man An Anonymous Poem A hand omnipotent, in endless space, From chaos, formed
I fear your disapproval, Wrecked by the names you have called me, Without saying a word. Lost to myself and others. Having become my own
Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn Season. Each day grows longer in its strange, lazy heat, making me
Found her by the Willow Tree, Mud on her dress, Up to the knee, In her hand a string of beads, Tiny pearls, tiny seeds,
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