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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" in the Ejournal E2K. Comments?
My best buddy Noor.
Bleed on my guest book!
Daily News Friday, January 19, 2001
My first RejectionI 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.
Opening date is set for Valentine's Day 2000.
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
work at this time. We wish you continued success in your art of writing, and
best wishes in your future ventures of publishing.
Sincerely,
Here's the poem I submitted...
-Decayed Expectations-
Close-couched divinations cast with
cruel bones on infectious desires,
as the feral chorus gambols for
the soiled, patched robes of a
makeshift deity not worth crucifying.
Stripped pink and naked, but for
sun burnt face and hands, blood seeps
from a self-inflicted scrape below
your breast, as your homemade
crown of barbwire thorns slowly unravels:
bride stripped bare, gashed
hymen's memory of luscious autumnal blood
flowing tears, broken by
the lash of unspoken regret.
Decayed expectations hover
hallowed; lost spirits of
vampiral longings crow laments
to Dionysian rapes of sidereal fancy.
Your eyes, sunken in victim's retreat,
scout the lost horizons; a broken
survivor of inhuman longing,
separated from eternity by
suburban mysteries of
injected rock star mythologies.
I kiss your bloodied tears of the
suicide's regret, cup your
quivering breast in my ruddy claws
with a lover's caress, break your heart
with spoken words of censure
at your immortal longings
for an endless tomorrow.
Our lips quiver together, touching
casual skin too often shared
in panicked musings of another
night of repentant justification.
Our bodies, naked but for our
concealed horrors, laid bare
when my mind caresses
the stories of your sordid loves.
Skin touches skin, eyes touch eyes,
windowing souls broken under the
weight of a memory of posthumous
regard. Your sex, my sex, stalled
by the history of passed passion.
My tongue speaks new words
of silent passion to your ecstasy
screams of joy.
Daily News Tuesday, January 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.
Daily News Monday, January 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!Daily News Sunday, January 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
slowly and without regard for
pleasure, though I know
you know none. Your lips, they
tremble and pause with the friction
of my own passing, unaware of my passing you by.
I run, your lips behind me, to another, as you voice
a silent scream for a lost soul.