New Author Webpage



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BUT -

I do have a new webpage which will focus mostly on my writing.

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There are a few videos of me reading from "Whimsey: A Novel," and from other favorite authors' work.

With more videos still to come.

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- I'm just still trying to figure out exactly what that might be -
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See you there!


Friday, April 6, 2012

In Honor of National Poetry Month - and the color red

Most of you know about my love of the color red, and a lot of you have seen me post these two poems here earlier.

In honor of National Poetry Month, I think I'll post a few of my favorite poems during the month, starting with Kim Addonizio's "What Women Want" along with Dorothy Parker's "The Red Dress."


I finally got around to doing a collage around both poems - something I've been saying I was going to do for years.  And ta da!  Here 'tis!





“What Do Women Want?”

By Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.


"The Red Dress"

by Dorothy Parker

I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood....
I have the silly gown.      

1 comment:

LJ Roberts said...

What wonderful poems and a lovely collage. Thank you, Kaye, for sharing your passion of red with the rest of us who also have a passion for the colour, but not the same creativity as you.