Christine Timm christinemtimm@gmail.com Bio (auto) Christine Timm is a NYC based performance poet At the Bowery Poetry Club in downtown Manhattan, she coproduces and cohosts the monthly NYC College Slam, the Bowery Kids entertainment series, and the Love Poetry/Hate Racism events She also coproduces and cohosts the Lit Series at Smalls Jazz Club in the West Village and the Westchester County Poetry Slam She is Associate Professor of English at Westchester Community College where she teaches composition, poetry, and creative writing and produces the Poets and Writers series She holds a Ph.D in English from the City University of New York Visit Christine on the web here: www.myspace.com/christine_timm and here www.christinetimm.com | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Christine Timm and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Later Man He died in the morning so we wouldn’t have to wait all day for the famous final gasps, the last battle cry letting us know he’s seen a broad sparkly gate, or a comfy white cloud, or a twinkle-eyed fellow in blowy brown robes So we waited, chins raised eyebrows poised But when he screamed out “there’s backgammon here!” the eyebrows fell knowing he didn’t play backgammon knowing he never liked board games knowing we’d probably have to wait a lifetime to hear what that’s all about. Fit to be Tied
Strangled by heart strings 12 seconds from a really good excuse a greeting card romantic pulling roses from billowy shirt sleeve You could choke on vile aroma The petals thin skinned streaming crimson, thorns shearing butterfly wings those nasty things giving flight to wild desires and fancy flings the pirate ship, the mermaid barbeque, the snow kissed mountain, the moon juice dripping from a closed mouth grin blocking the parade just inches apart close to the heart so close you can smell it, the bloody egg and bacon breakfast her dreams on toast with a shot of bourbon.
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Melanie Browne stvnmel@hotmail.com Bio (auto) Melanie Browne Is a stay at home mom to 3 wonderfully unique children Her middle child is autistic and his struggle for words inspires her to create A former art teacher, she lives in Houston with her wonderful husband Stephen She has recently discovered a love of poetry She is inspired by writers and poets and cherishes her personally signed copy of Buckdancer’s choice by James Dickey Visit Melanie on the web here: badpantomime.blogspot.com | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Melanie Browne and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Happiness I wish Happiness Came in a salt shaker And I could salt my wrist Or maybe my eggs I could shake it on a lime And squeeze it in a Corona Or lick it off a salt lick like a deer. |
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