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Poetica Spontenaium

Poetica Spontenaium 05.14.04

(To an odd tune in my head. Yes, it’s sorta a country bar kinda tune. Your indulgence please. And fuck you. Go ahead and laugh at me. I’m a little Korean girl with a country tune in my head with bad lyrics desperately trying to get out. Patsy Cline is a Goddess.)
I’ve been […]

Audioblog: Poetica Spontenaium 10.14.03

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Audioblog: Poetica Spontenaium 04.20.04

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Ramping up for National Poetry Month

National Poetry Month is wrapping up.
“To commemorate the end of National Poetry Month, blog about your favorite poem and provide at least one link to other poems and/or a bio of the poet.”
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver

Poetica Spontenaium 04.20.04

This soft drenched conversation
Under dream covers, heavy and warm
When your voice is in my ear
And your breath against my cheek
It reminds me of my younger days
Before you and I ever met
And I’d lie back on the summer grass
Watch clouds, taste honey and lilac in the air
I didn’t know that I was closer to you then
While […]

The Moblog Haiku

This by my friend James.
Min Jung holds Camphone,
Snapping pictures snap snap snap,
friends keeping abreast.

Poetica Spontenaium 04.07.04

A honey crusted moon
Suspended in a soup dish of mercury
Not unlike my kiss upon your upper lip
Toeing the edge of madness
With an antsy delight that sweeps through
like march winds between sky scrapers.
I think, now.
About the yesterwhen.
Do you remember then?
The thing that startled and terrified
Trilled and intoxicated
The base of your spine
When leaning against me in the […]

Poetica Spontenaium 03.26.04

I held my hands in the gesture of prayer,
to my lips
head bowed
eyes sealed
as if I could sanctify and make clean
the stain of shame that had come forth
from our last exchange.
These were my thoughts last night
before casting out into the sea of dreams
where I reeled and made myself sick
with the tumult of lost chances
In the grinding […]

Poetica Spontenaium 03.07.04

Trapped in the Present Tension (Audio blog)
You would oft times tell me that I was bound in the past
Shackled by the should have doubts
That carried nails and poison
With a hair-pin trigger.
So that later, caught up within the present tension
Some suicide epipliplectic occasion would occur.
A sophisticated bomb that set on the appropriate occasion, […]

Poetica Spontenaium 1.26.04

It’s been too long.
In a ripple cycling forward
Like my head unto a pillow
A lip bite to your shoulder
Which was an accident, I mistruthed.
Confidence was a jade ring
Passing light from caressed angles
Murderous Midnight at the slightest
Tearing flesh and stone in the force of fist
Should I deny my contradiction
To jellybeans of consternation
Thorns stuffing pillows on my […]

Poetica Spontenaium: 10.20.03

This actually from a few years back.
Revisited.
*******
There is no space between us.
This thing
you refer to it as a boundary, a line, a wall
an impermeable membrane that is, as you say
nothing like a vise or fist.
That only allows your whispers within
And keeps my thoughts without
And reminds me that wrapping corpse with a bow still makes […]

Poetica Spontenaium 10.14.03

Count
Down
To this.
Crossing grids, lights and lepers
Hookers, dealers and wanna-be players
To that sign that says
I’ve crossed over
and with a breath
caught with desperation from my chest
I
pass
over.
And like a child on a bus
Waiting to get just beyond the last gate
Of a cemetary lest a demon steal my life
I stop for a second
And can only hear my […]

Poetica Spontenaium 10.09.03

In you I want to tag my name and stars
On your tongue and inside your ribs
And own in touch tempo your fascination
For rain drenched dreams and tea touched terrors
How wicked and unforgettable your lips inside my bones
And lace against my wrists in ribbons
Of carefully licked lies and loss
You boy, and me against a wall at […]

National Poetry Day - Limerick Challenge

Check this Limerick Challenge out
On Arnie’s first day in the job
He polished his freshly shorn knob
In great expectation
Of a historical ejaculation
To screw California over like a slob

Poetica Spontenaium: 10.07.03

Dragging old memories
against this worn fence
I ran faster along your borders
The gate has been locked
Rusted, regret and rage and clamped
No sweet words can convince it to open
I tried pulling at a board
Digging with broken nails
To crawl beneath to find entrance
Your dog bit my ear
My neck splintered against this post
Shadows, far off overlooking this domain
To crawl […]

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