Does this site look like ? Upgrade your browser ... see the WaSP for more details.
Tempi duri per I vampiri | Sarah Smiles :: Sarah Bites |
| {Sarah} {MyBestBuddy} {Skule} {MyComments} {faboo:logs} | ||
1/31/2001 Beth has finally made her appearance, sort of, on the SarahSmiles' page of fame. I tried to clean off the bits of blood, but I kept wrecking the images. Blood stays... 1/30/2001 I wrote on my hand in your blood I am made whole made hole in your blood I am maid. I don't know what to do with this. It is a fragment I want to dive into with my heart, but I don't know what to do. Every thing I try just bounces back in my face. I'll let it ferment for a bit. I told my pod, Spazz, to piss off and get his own poetry page. I sent in a poem that he and I had worked on, and then he sent it off to the same place, and got laughed at. His submission had both our names, and mine hadn't. My fault, but it was honest, as it was months ago we'd worked on it, and I forgot. Anyway, it was rejected. But I heard that one of my own was accepted. I'll have to email the guy... someone spazz knows in Canada. I can't believe I'll get a poem published along side my short story. 1/28/2001 Regarding what I fould at SquishBlogg, I found Richard Curtis' the Skinhead Hamlet!The battlements of Elsinore Castle Enter HAMLET, followed by GHOST. 1/27/2001 I was reading the :-:squish:-: blog that is just toooo cooool for words, done by a friend of Emma's. I found the line: the rest is fucking silence. And guess what I found. (see above) 1/24/2001
I'm as sick as a brick. And I have no idea what's wrong. Lethargy and nerves, and some sort of sinesthetic ringing feeling everywhere. Actually, I'm feeling a bit better, though this may be the calm of the storm's eye. I've tried to do something, but aside from pestering SG with a ICQ or two, I'm down. 1/19/2001
My first Rejection I saw this post: Welcome to Erosha.... a literary journal of the erotic http://www.elitecities.com/zine/ We are now accepting submissions of poetry and art for our first issue. I sent in my poem "Decayed Expectations" and got this response. Sniff. I like my poem ;-) Dear Sarah, Thank you for your interest in Erosha, however we are not able to use your Sincerely, Here's the poem I submitted... -Decayed Expectations- Stripped pink and naked, but for Decayed expectations hover I kiss your bloodied tears of the Our lips quiver together, touching Skin touches skin, eyes touch eyes, 1/16/2001 A short thought for my love.--- My love can crawl a gutter mile to sleep warm in my arms. My love will drowned in oceans deep to wallow in my charms. My love endures indignities and woundings of her pride. My love will suffer this and more to be here by my side. My love, she knows that every cut bleeds tears of love and shame, and though her passion brought me here, I'm leaving just the same. 1/15/2001 Divinely Delicious Dave sent me this. He's a friend of EmmaJane my webmistrix Check it out: Sarah's Site a la Chretien! 1/14/2001
Here's a snippet that I'm editing right now... it is in flux, I published part of the poem on the 10th, but SG reminded me that I've been remiss. I run your lips across mine own 1/12/2001 Today, I ran into Val Van Houk, who cracked me up. A dutch master with dutch cleanser. A soiled aesthetic of cast off clothes A laundry artist. A laundered soul. 1/11/2001
I AM PUBLISHED! The wonderful Rhonna and RR at Netauthor.org have condescended to pubish both parts of my story, the Daughter of Llyr. The first half is online at http://netauthor.org/e2k/works/smiles-e2k-jan2001.html and the second half will be available March 2001. I'm in heaven. 1/10/2001 Grumble Grumble. Spend six hours driving about tonight, and looking for something scrumptious. I think I need to move to Marsielles. I also was editing m short story for netauthor.org who is publishing it this month. I couldn't get to my blogg earlier this week because it was down! But what can you do when it is free Emma promises to write her own blog software for me. Perhaps I can scrape up enough money to pay her. Here's a snipet that made me smile: "My lust drips down your throat like blood on a parched demonic soul. Yet my lust is only a kiss planted softly in your heart." [Sarah goes to bed hungry] 1/8/2001 Jawing with SG online, I had a thought... I've learned one important thing. No one believes you. Especially if you look like you're in the school choir. I could go into the bar and puke up blood all over a group of guys watching a football match, and tell them I'd just sucked back one of their buddies, shown them the corps, and they'd take up a collection to get me a cab home. It is very scary. 1/6/2001 Arms Arms, ballistic and biohazardous, enfold me, corseting dialectic breasts and thighs, cascading caresses familial to erotic in a sweeping gesture of magnanimous acquisition. Yes, I'm going to put up a picture of myself, you alien pissants! I'm working my way up to it. I'm going to put up some more bad poetry, however, in case you're looking. Emma, of emmajane.net, has been a lazy git,but she deserves our praise nonetheless for her tireless hosting of sarahsmiles.com. She's promised to solve all my online problems, as she gets herself back online. Go Emmaaaaaa! 1/3/2001 I've not been idle since the new year. I've been busy!!! A chapter of my novel: The Teething Ring is being published this month. Or part of it, anyway. Want a preview? It is called "On the Waterfront Part One: Daughter of Llyr" and it will be coming on in the Ejournal E2K. Comments? Thanks to Spazz, who is as much a co-writer as an editor on this. |