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NAME: Angie K. BIO: Hailing from Norcross, GA by way of three continents, I began writing poetry the summer of 10th grade in a bid for my sanity. I stopped writing for a number of years until this June when something clicked and I just couldn't stop writing. I also gave my first public reading in an attempt to combat acute stage fright. I am currently working on collecting the oral histories of my people to someday turn into a children's historical novel. THANKYOUS angie K: all the poets who have inspired and continue to inspire . . . and my mother.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WRITING PROCESS (in extended metaphor)
paper and i . . we're like two people accidentally catching each other . . . naked for the first time (cause someone forgot to lock the bathroom door). uncomfortable with looking at our nakedness, but curiously transfixed, we're unwilling to fall too deep into pools of gazes, into twinkles of eyes.
but when the awkwardness passes long sighs of contentment- deep breaths of each other's scent intoxicate, inebriate. timidly stretching to touch skin fingers feel on themselves a natural familiarity, awed by skin's vulnerable beauty, it's venerable purpose. sensations of tracing unique prints over cross-hatched epidermis, this, the irrefutable power of touch, the arresting sight of meaning embedded within words.
tongue-kissing in furious bursts with the finest crafted thoughts, hand painting magic with the wand of a pen- strokes of precision and happy little accidents, teasing master peaces or just sweet piece(s).
on flat-pressed bleached-bark, fondling ideas to neurotic phases and fellatio or cunnilingus of simple genius; masturbating wisdom till it cums to the people cause knowledge alone is just an impressive trophy fcuk, but wisdom . . . she is that frontier that many work lifetimes to reach but never ever come close to . . . climax.
````````````````````````````````````````` "She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life." --Frances E. Willard, How I Learned to Ride the Bicycle
Bicycling is the nearest approximation I know to the flight of bir
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