Tuesday, January 6, 2009

writing, of course

When I was a kid I wrote a ton of letters. Then in my teens I wanted to be a writer-- fiction actually. And off and on I've done what most of us have done. I've written poetry.




I dug this one up because in it, I reference my beady pursuits!



Dichroic Frit
by S. Kelley



If you were a bead, I’d string
you on a necklace of planets
clasped with quicksilver, flaunt
your cerulean and grass swirls
between Venusian bisque and Martian rust.
No one would watch your clouds spark prisms
or see your semi-molten core.



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