Lanning Fountain at Smith College 

Paradise Pond at Smith College 

Valentine's Day Moon 

Love Illusions Chapbook

Hey there! I have finally done something constructive with my poetry. I had a chapbook printed. It's only 38 pages, but it's lovely and I am happy with it. Here are a selection of poems from the book.

show me how to love
like a fairy tale or god
so I can be free


Love Train

Ladies and Gentlemen
tickets please
come and ride
the Love Train

the nominal cost
is due upon arrival
please give all that you have
change will be disbursed at a later date

all aboard the Love Train
making stops in Jealousy,
Uncertainty, and all
subdivisions of Pain

don't plan ahead -- but
bring all your baggage
hop on board and pray
the next stop is the last



Vampire Lover

charm wafts off you
like a French perfume
or stench entomed
for centuries

I come to you
expecting warmth

overcome instead
by heat
melting reason
and insight
I choose to invite you in

you smell my fear
my lust, my trust for you

you sink your teeth
into soft parts of me
until I become
undead like you

Featured Poet

Tonight I was featured poet at Westfield, MA Community Voices Poetry Open Mic. They are a great group of people (and I am not just saying that because they like me) with a lot of energy. Here's one poem I read in a Scottish accent in honor of my father who was born and raised in Glasgow.


St. Andrews

Weekend afternoons
your fascination
with watching grass grow
known as televised golf
baffled me
I never paid attention
how could a teenager
sit still long enough
to understand your reasons
I saw old men
weird clothes
no action
and some hushed announcer
I never bothered to hear

Today, in my adult boredom
or maybe out of nostalgia
I stopped to watch again
but instead I listened
to the Scottish announcers
chatting about nothing and the game
I felt the familiar accent
more than I registered the words
and it occurred to me then
that you were homesick

ltv

Let's Start With Some Limericks & Haiku

There once was a girl of some age
Whose thoughts could be found on a page
According to the script
She was known to have quipped
“I’m as free as a bird in a cage!”


Maude's Limerick

Maude Ethel Marie was a cat
and, suffice it to say, she was fat
Some say it was heinous
that she did not clean her anus
but she would if her stomach were flat


The Death Limerick

The limerick's no medium for dying
but that won't stop me from trying
for while it's grim to compose
about the final repose
it's certainly more fun than crying


A SELECTION OF HAIKU

Kerouac Haiku

Rain beat, beats outside
poetry puddles in thoughts
Jack inspires us.


Forlorn Haiku

Water flows uphill
The Sun spins around the Earth
You love me again


Maude's Haiku

Savory Supper
Meow Mix left in dish
Ants to an aardvark


And One Last Shot

End Cartoon Violence
Bush said through the Media
Acme stock price drops

Time to Move On

Dear Mr. President,

As a girl who was not very political, I couldn't imagine a better President than you: George W. Bush. You have enabled me to find my inner political activist (such as it is) and get interested in the goings-on (shenanigans, if you will) of the White House, Congress and politics in general. I learned things that will stay with me a lifetime. For instance, this White House Administration will support legislation to preserve the “sanctity of marriage”, but will not support one outlawing torture.

I can honestly say that you have inspired passion in me, at least for a short while. I think a lot of people in this country feel passionately about you. And I’m not just saying that because it’s Valentine’s Day. No, I think it’s safe to presume that the passion involved here is not of the “love variety” (unless you count Condoleeza Rice on a technicality). But it is passion, nevertheless, and that does say something about you. I’m not exactly sure what that something is yet, but it does say something.

I never thought I would become jaded with the antics of the White House (although I must admit that this past weekend’s hunting trip had my mouth dropping for just a little bit). But like all passions, this too shall pass. And while there is still plenty to write about, I must bid you adieu. (If you would also like to say farewell to your administration, that would be okay too.)