My passion for the skewed, the avant-garde, the idiosyncratic – poets,
writers, artists, visionaries, whistle blowers, and everyday goddesses –
stems from a childhood juggling the act of “good little girl.”Behind
the pigtails I was a voyeur of the sensational.This collection of
poems is a side show of performers from the circus of my imagination,
the nice girl unmasked.
Here's a sample from the book:
Tinker Toys
I will be a happy infantby the time we die,enraptured,gurgling with bright joy,unmuzzled, unfettered,pleasured in our play.I am your trampoline, your top.When you come out with methe rings we circle make usdizzy with delight -your cunning lips,our loose gameslighten me with innocence.You wheedler, you tempter,my heart frolics, mesmerized,aroused perversely so thatI, a gibbering idiot,am on the leash of your eyesand you must walk me, slobbering,pat me on the head,explaining me to strangers.
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