I’m sorry, but I’m not real
Posted by sarahsmiles on April 29th, 2008 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
What better mentor for a 10-year-old than Charles Manson? Little Billy seeks life advice, and America’s most notorious killers are happy to oblige
people believe anything! Just cause you’re a killer and you get email from a child don’t mean it is real!
on the edge, poem 31
Posted by sarahsmiles on April 1st, 2008 filed in poetryComment now »
At the border, on the waterfront, on the beach,
a calm salt surf kisses our slippers
of brocade and gold thread slightly
damp from the cool moist sand.
We stand together, three of us, looking
out across the water towards a far
shore that is without more than
an image in our memories of two,
and a storied fantasy for the third
sister, conceived at home but born
after our journey had begun.
We hold her between us,
our youngest, our sweetness,
our treasured hope and worry.
The sisters, we three,
muse to our own survival, stalk
these shores in the evening
and again in the hours before dawn,
searching in those magic moments
for a way across to take our child home.