Lucid Writing

Poems By Amy Lowell 1874 - 1925

2009-12-05T14:47:21Z

The Bungler You glow in my heart Like the flames of uncounted candles. But when I go to warm my hands, My clumsiness overturns the light, And then I stumble Against the tables and chairs. Amy Lowell The Taxi When I go away from you The world ...

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New Publication in Harlot's Sauce

2009-12-02T13:57:19Z

Please visit www.harlotssauce.com, a really wonderful magazine, with a poem of mine and my first published photo! The magazine's main theme this month is life, god and the universe. I believe in God, or an "invisible friend." I have often strug...

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Catholic Girl

2009-12-01T16:50:34Z

Catholic Girl The supposed buoyancy of Jesus in water Used to obsess me as a child Was Mary unable to bathe her baby? Once at the end of a Sunday I realized I had a bit of Jesus Caught between molars I hadn’t felt godly all day And had fou...

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They Did Not Wish For Helen To Be Slack-Jawed

2009-11-27T17:02:02Z

This is the first in my Helen Series of sculptures. The head is made from modeling clay, wrapped in cloth and placed in a hand-made pine frame. In the old days, they used to bind up people's heads after they died, so the mouth wouldn't hang op...

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Marina by T. S. Eliot

2009-11-27T04:52:52Z

Marina Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog What images return O my daughter. Those...

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Travel While Sleeping

2009-11-24T02:24:18Z

Travel While Sleeping cracked patina of night there is rust in the clouds from city-polluted light on the dark rock-bound shore mollusks sing the scarred moon to sleep as crabs bore under with worn-out ragged red claws and mottled sculp...

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Random Reptile Photos and a Doll Portrait

2009-11-18T16:17:40Z

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Seeing Helga at the Museum (still in progress, but revised)

2009-11-12T00:33:48Z

A Pilgrimage to the Altar of Saint Helga (for Andrew Wyeth) But First Lunch This room is a valley of flickering firefly tumbleweed lights between tall buildings Lusty Lady – All Clothing 100% Off winks the sign across the street My ...

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Leaving the Hospital (1st draft)

2009-11-06T05:25:26Z

Leaving the Hospital I am climbing the golden stairway of my hair to the sweet hereafter a flute is playing and I wonder if it is real music of heaven and I am deceased my legs somewhat numb but no, I see the flautist in his tuxedo I half expe...

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Her Auburn Spiral Staircase

2009-11-02T18:57:34Z

Her Auburn Spiral Staircase I have waited for birch-wood fingers to unclasp taciturn bun and auburn steps to fall loose with flame-fish swimming the dull light of a dirty-shaded lamp where she sits brush clutched in hand torturing her s...

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