another poem to use the term losely

July 1, 1990


Flowing through tides of consciousness,

Dark waves of depression

and sunbeams of laughter-

flowing, continually moving.

Kinder moments

and precious memories

lost in the tides.

Constant,

these waves.

i simply have no pride when it comes to my own bad poetry

i believe this to be written circa 1990 by yours truly, no need to be kind, just something i found as a sort of curiousity to myself, being so far away from it it poses a bit of mystery to me...and perhaps it did at the time as well.

Raven
to me you
might fly
after fragile day
singing
of lost souls
and beauty destroyed.
I will dream;
Traveling,
and dying.

everone loves a critic...???

this is just the most absurd review i've ever seen in my entire life! these things i must share! my source is "junk mail" or the time warner cable monthly nearly useless mailer to inform you how you can spend more money from the comfort of your own home!

don't get me wrong i love time warner, but i get the feeling that they just pick someone without much work to do that day to write their reviews...

alas, how can one hold such contempt for someone so obviously ill equipped for the task at hand... but i found it to be quite amusing upon first read, as i'm sure you will, perhaps i am resentful of the lack of talented criticism in my own work...

wait, i'm digging myself deeper into a hole! no, i don't want to be judged cruelly for the sake of cruelty, i.........oh forget it!

(and she storms off with a wink and a nudge... and she hopes there is no notice of the flick of her hair and that last chagrin as she exits stage right....)