January 2004
| 1/31/04 |
(or, Poetry as Metastasis) posted by grandmumsy08 (1 comments) Cancer in Remission I use my pen as scalpel in a darkened room trying ... |
| 1/30/04 |
Lunch with Somebody Else posted by grandmumsy08 (4 comments) What I recall is the straightforwardness of your eyes; they're bluer, I know they are. ... |
| 1/29/04 |
Education and Self-Realization In the fourth grade my art teacher gave me vanilla paper and... |
| 1/25/04 |
Insomniac posted by grandmumsy08 (1 comments) Night Watch for Anne Sexton Midnight in Boston: A... |
| 1/18/04 |
Faithful Companion posted by grandmumsy08 (3 comments) Then I touched your hand; though I reached for the boy's, I held the man's. So st... |
| 1/18/04 |
January 18th--Part I You open doors in me then constantly slam them in my face --for spite or fear or love ... |
| 1/18/04 |
January 18th--Part II In an eyeblink I see the blank, bottomless black of pupil. I think this pupil is a ... |
| 1/15/04 |
Haiku for 7-11-70 Her bridal bouquet pronounced, "If there be chains, let them be of daisies... |
| 1/10/04 |
For Moutha posted by grandmumsy08 (1 comments) Christine I have a wombful of poems in me named you. Someday one will sit in your lap... |
| 1/7/04 |
'Mid Wifery posted by grandmumsy08 (1 comments) One day there was pain. Pain was a shot in the arm like the sting of a blue tatt... |
| 1/6/04 |
This, then is the Blues posted by grandmumsy08 (0 comments) In my green pursuit of you, I am finding me: I'm |
| 1/5/04 |
Stepping Stones (for Phather) posted by grandmumsy08 (1 comments) |
| 1/4/04 |
Windchimes I left you crystal raindrops and cloud that my teardrops mi |
| 1/4/04 |
Wendy you are the lady who set reality just beyond my dreams' reach |