From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #273 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Saturday, July 22 2000 Volume 03 : Number 273 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: ~overexposed~ [shivergirl ] ET: ~lover's tongue~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 09:52:44 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~overexposed~ + you are now the stranger in the photograph of my life taken, so far, by someone out of focus; you are just that someone else, a blur, either in colour or black and white, it matters not a whit, for kodak really doesn't care; hovering at the fringes of turned-down corners and ripped-out pages you are caught, now in a web of light, small and significant, still, you are impossibly bright + doing nothing for the reader as i paint the page blue with words but what if it doesn't matter what if i'm indifferent to what's on the other side of this crumpled-up paper that if anyone happens to understand the subject matter all the better for the tense of all my memories the love i harbor for all my enemies they still remain a mystery to me something i can't de-code figure out once the poetry leaves the room and all the words have been crossed out + my heart went ploughing through a snowdrift in the middle of a blizzard one spring after love died without warning, when he was dead but still walking around like nothing like a universe ending had happened and you were alive but faking being found like we both hadn't been mortally wounded by the world; so i travelled and meandered and floundered my way out into some water without knowing how to swim, just stick other peoples' heads under the surface to save myself, and i did + my effort is all the messages you never got written inside all the ones i thought but in the end never had the heart to send physically, tangibly for you to read and melt so they all came back and i wondered at the route the road of love most tread where every pothole i encountered felt like a trap and everlasting compliant silence a much-needed welcome slap + ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 10:04:49 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~lover's tongue~ + the space between messages is a wordsmith's kiss outlined in yellow crayon blown out through your scandinavian lips + our hearts are not sleeping neither day or night slumbering just rolling over in playful abandon all life long, contracting with joy trading fire for the sun, even when faced with stress peacefully slackening vulnerable and beautiful completely willing to come undone + you called him by my nick name and it hurt that something once so fierce and intimate had turned into something so easily universal, until i reflected, practiced a little role reversal, studied the stretchmarks of time, documented the ravages of love's relationships, altering the perception of what is deemed solely personal + a burst ovarian cyst stabbing, imploding like last words ripped from a half-forgotten tryst my body affirming once again that it wants to be a woman that one day i may bear children my heart a she-devil raging and pounding spite tinged with longing balled into a little fist cursing and clawing watching life bleeding another beginning for tonight, it has come to this + ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #273 **********************************