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Pea hen

August 24th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

The pea hen is an unassuming Unobtrusive brownish smallish fowl, .. And yet the male, to woo her Is undone. .. Then, .. Wouldn’t one think that I, Being smallish and beige, Would see feathers vying for my gaze? .. .. –from Keeping Records, © 2007 by Colette Mazunik.  ISBN: 978-0-557-21108-1 Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend […]

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Things I miss

August 12th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

Trains Flights Buses Appointments You. .. –from Keeping Records, © 2007 by Colette Mazunik.  ISBN: 978-0-557-21108-1 Until 8/15/2010, you can receive 15% off this title at Lulu with coupon code BEACHREAD305. Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itSubscribe to the comments on this post

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Phoenix

August 4th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

I feel the weight of your arm, resting on my belly. You are sound asleep. Your breath comes in and goes out Like the ocean Like laundry in a washing machine. You are my phoenix, waiting to be reborn— My sleeping dragon, And I Am your pile of ashes, Your hoard of gold. .. .. […]

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Coke-commercial man

July 30th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

He had The elegance Of self-rolled cigarettes The skin-thin paper Twisted at the end Played the guitar— Of course Played in a sort of off-hand way Casual So casual Ah, he was my Coke-commercial man Selling music on the road Road tripping America On weed and wheels Windows open Sweating in the dusty wind Blue […]

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Tumbleweed

July 28th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

i. Dusty traveler Blown in with the spring air Through open windows .. My heart embraces only those Who leave .. ii. My tumbleweed— For a moment You’re blown back home I wash your dusty feet Memorizing calluses And we split a pint of Rocky Road Talk of nothing Listening to the sound of our […]

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Flowers came

July 27th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

Flowers came Today. .. They weren’t From you. .. I spent my evening Crushing petals Gradually. .. .. –from Keeping Records, © 2007 by Colette Mazunik.  ISBN: 978-0-557-21108-1 Until 8/15/2010, you can receive 15% off this title at Lulu with coupon code BEACHREAD305. Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itSubscribe to […]

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Artichoke Hearts

July 25th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

I eat artichoke hearts And think of you Bite cleanly through the marinated flesh Light olive green And layered Like the little nesting Russian dolls That swallow their younger siblings Doll in doll in doll .. I bite and slowly chew Imagine it’s your heart I’m growing fat on You I’m nesting inside me Brooding […]

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Love is Patient

July 23rd, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

Love is patient. I, however, live in New York. And when I stand in line at the Duane Reade waiting for the one cashier, who plods through her tasks with glacial ineptitude, there is a gnashing of teeth (mine), and heavy sighing (also mine), as I imagine writing a scathing letter to the management, pointing […]

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My very own ISBN

July 21st, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

I’m now the proud owner of my very own ISBN for my book of poetry Keeping Records.  And in just a few more weeks, the book should be available for sale on Amazon. In celebration of these steps, I thought I’d post some of the poems from this collection, starting with the title poem. Until […]

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Laundry

July 11th, 2010 · Comments · Bliss Street Studios, Writing Studios

We avoid doing laundry for as long as possible And then a little longer Our mothers would be racked with guilt if they knew Wondering how along the way they failed to teach us This basic tenet of civilization. Eventually it breaks us though. Usually he gives in sooner than I do And I come […]

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