Monday, April 30, 2012


Golden Boy
for will

wild boy
gorgeous little q-tip head

instead of mowing the lawn
you’re growing grass

seventeen redhotcoals
smouldering
smothering
snuffing out at fiveo’clockinthemorning

kerouac’s roman candle

one
last
time

exploded across my sky

A Poetic Incantation

taste my words
roll them slowly
between your lips

feel them rub
against the back of your tongue
savor the bitter salty sweetness
that drips off every one

suck their juices
let them nourish you
sustain you

pop them back into your mouth
like the pit of a plum
picked at the perfect point of ripeness

let them follow you all the days of your life
let them dwell on the roof of your mouth forever
incarnate



directions: take by mouth, nose, or vein as needed for pain

all these pills pills pills
all these mother fucking pills
hands quaking
eyes shaking
jeans slipping
skin ripping
dealer stalling
marriage falling
rent lagging
trip dragging
blueredorangewhitethrills
all these pills pills pills pills
all these mother fucking pills

Yeggman


yeggman (plural yeggmen)
Noun
  1. (cant, slang) a person who breaks open safes, a burglar : a yegg.

Synonyms

  
Though it is not found in the dictionary, yeggman is a legal scrabble word.

Yeggman

You have cracked me like an egg

(a single cell)
(the basis of life)

and separated yolk from white,
leaving me
unwhole
with scrambled dreams of we

 a little beating could coax me into
a meringue: whipped vapidity
caps and peaks
saccharin epitomized
or mayonnaise:  glob-ular spreadability
a chemical emulsion
fat suspended

garnishes

Monday, April 23, 2012

Confession

Hi. I'm Molly. And I'm an addict.

Yes, you read correctly. I have an addiction. Well, actually, I have several addictions, including New Orleans style chicory-coffee and Charles Bukowski and thesauruses and facebook stalking and wine wednesday and Food Network and mascara and The Real Housewives of Anywhere.  But those addictions are not what I need to confess today.  Today, I need to confess my online shopping addiction.

I love shopping online! With just a swipe of my mousepad and a couple of clacks from my keyboard, I can shop at virtually any store in the world.  And in little ole Siloam Springs, America, this, my friends, is a beautiful thing.  You see, I can drive to the Gap or Dillard's or Bath and Body Works in about thirty minutes, but I can't drive to American Apparel, Nordstrom, or Lush without traveling for at least four + hours. I could go to Barnes and Noble and stock up on overpriced titles and grab a chai tea latte from a non-Starbucks trained barista, but sometimes (often times), they don't have all the books I want and even with my ten to twenty percent discount I get from being a card-carrying B&N member, I can get what I want at a lesser price from Amazon. I can also get American Apparel clothing at super amazing outlet store prices and the most delectable smelling, discontinued almond hand soap that I'm in love with, shipped directly to my post office box in three to five days for FREE, without being guilted and "assisted" by annoying salespeople who work on commission! Amazon.com, you hold a piece of my heart.

Today, after I got home from work, I jumped online and ordered a couple of books that I've been absolutely yearning for in the worst way.



After making sure they were being shipped to the correct address and selecting the correct payment method (check! and check!), I headed over to lush to order a new block (or two or three) of the body soap that I discovered over spring break that I am now absolutely obsessed with.

Its called "Sultana of Soap" and besides having the most luscious scent, it makes my skin baby-butt soft and it's gentle enough to use on my awfully sensitive face! Lush describes it like this:
"Revel in Sultana’s majesty, and have a wash with the royalty of soaps. It looks like a fancy Italian dessert; a giant nougat cake topped with succulent currants and apricots. Smooth a slice of our soft decadent soap all over your body for a creamy lather and the most dazzling bergamot and olibanum scent. Your skin will be delighted and you’ll be left softer and smelling like a fancy candy shop with a touch of fruity sweetness. If you weren’t invited to the wedding, at least you can brush shoulders with royalty in the shower."
http://www.lushusa.com/Sultana-of-Soap/00609,en_US,pd.html
I clicked through a couple of solid shampoos (you've gotta try Godiva if you've got over processed hair like me), a few perfumes (which I decided against because, really, buying perfume you've never smelled is just a bad idea) and a new shower jelly (texture problem) before realizing that all I really needed was my Sultana. I went to my cart and created an account and was ready to check out.  But when I went to enter my shipping address, the ugliest little notification popped up in red. "We do not currently ship to PO Boxes in the US."

Seriously, lush.com ? I could have had it shipped to my actual house, but, and I guess this is another confession, I don't even know that address (pathetic, I know).

But don't worry! As a resourceful kind of girl, I decided to call my grandma and have the soap shipped to her house. Because she knows her address. Because she's an adult. And adults know their physical addresses. Which leads me to the conclusion that, even though I find myself clever, resourceful and rather witty, I am not an adult. For some reason, this doesn't bother me too much. And I still get to have my Sultana soap. And all is right in the world!

Do yourselves a favor and go to lush.com and order you some Sultana. Order some for your mom, your sisters, your bff, and even your boyfriend, cause he'll love the way it smells, too (and I'm speaking from experience, not because I have a boyfriend, 'cause I don't, but because my friend who is a boy can't get enough of the stuff)!

Thank you for reading this confession. I feel much better now that I've shared it with the blogosphere. Now I'm off to call my grandma and, finally, place my order!

I just discovered the Stats tab!

United States
 542
Germany
 129
Slovenia
 24
United Kingdom 
19
Russia
 5
Denmark 
4
Canada 
3
Spain
 2
Greece
 2
Croatia
 
So over the lifetime of this little blog, I've had readers (viewers?) from all over the world, apparently! If you are reading this post, you should really leave me a comment so that I can get to know you! I promise that I'll check out your blog and leave you a comment, too! New poems coming soon, just as soon as I can get them edited enough for people other than those wonderful people in my fabulous poetry class, whom I've come to love and trust very much! Ciao!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Please, Please, Please...READ THIS!!

This project confronts a predominant evangelical Christian posture towards
female identity, particularly the manner in which gender roles and modes of sexual
expression and experience are theologized and disseminated. By correlating the
categories by which evangelical Christian media has praised Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight
saga to the theology of popular evangelical gender-formation texts geared towards young
women, this paper critiques the demonization of female sexuality and the spiritualization
of female subjugation common to both.

http://stories.theseattleschool.edu/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Why-Are-You-Apologizing-For-Bleeding.pdf

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poet Tree

Hello! I realize that its been a very, very long time since I last posted. Well, thats because I'm busy. Very busy. Working hard, schooling well, and playing long takes a lot of energy out of a girl, ya know? But this is not a post about not posting. This is a post about new posting! This semester, I've been in a poetry class with some very talented people led by a very talented and wonderful professor. Her name is Patty Kirk and I sort of love her. She's a writer. She writes essays that go into books that are funny, real, and sometimes make me cry. You should all read them because they're very good. She has a blog. But I won't post it because I don't know how she'd feel about that and I don't really want to ask her, either. Anyway. This poetry class is by far my favorite class that I've ever taken at JBU, which is really staying something, because I've really loved a lot of my classes. One of the course requirements is to publish some original poems. Well, I'm working on a couple that I want to try and have legit published, but like I said, I'm working on them. But! We are allowed to publish them on our personal blogs and since I have a personal blog, neglected though it may be, I'll be posting some of my work on the world wide web.  All of these poems, unless other wise noted, belong to me, so nobody may steal them, borrow them, or use them in any way without my permission, which I probably won't give you, because some day, I'd really like to have books published and these little lovies might possibly be in them! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I've enjoyed finding them.


In my head, this is what every poem that finds me looks like.