Communication I, by Maya Angelou

She wished of him a lover's kiss and
nights of coupled twining.
They laced themselves
between the trees
and to the water's edge.

Reminding her
the cratered moon lay light-years away,
he spoke of Greece, the Parthenon
and Cleopatra's barge.

She splayed her foot
up to her shin
within the ocean brine.

He quoted Pope and Bernard Shaw
and Catcher in the Rye.

Her sandal lost,
she dried her toe
and then she mopped her brow.

Dry-eyed
she walked into her room
and frankly told her mother,
"Of all he said, I understood
he said he loved another."

Death Dance for a Poet, by Audre Lorde

Hidden in a forest of questions
unwilling to embrace blackthorn trees
to yield
to go into madness gracefully
or alone
the woman is no longer young
she has come to hate slowly
her skin of transparent metal
the sinuous exposure without reprieve
her eyes of clay
heavy with the fruit of prophetic dreaming.

( In the hungers of silence [...] )

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Kickstarter: the Writer's Block Tarot.

I have not $50 :(

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Tor Books giveaway of Seanan McGuire's upcoming book Every Heart a Doorway and 2011 CD Wicked Girls. Comment to enter.

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life is more than the money that you earn—"Pagan Ways", Damh the Bard