So I survived the holidays and jumped right into moving. And being a writer makes moving a big pain in the a**. Moving gave me a chance to go through everything and throw stuff out but being a writer, you have to physically lay your eyes on every scrap of paper cause you might have written down an idea for the next Great American Novel on the back of the electric bill envelope and you just don't dare throw it away.

The good news is I was able to throw out about two dozen bags of trash (trash being actual trash and not the trash I sometimes call a novel or poem in progress) and the better news is that I found several old poems, mine and several from a couple of friends, that I've decided to post on my blog (links below). Some of them are good and some are not so good but instead of losing them again to the boxes of stuff I call my filing system, I've added them to posterity by throwing them up on the world wide web. Whether or not I eventually edit them, I don't know but let me know what you think.

Ocean Passion was written by me after an intense visit to a boyfriends house during summer break while I was in college. It was shortly after I visited him that I realized our relationship was pretty much over but I wanted to remember our visit so I wrote this poem. I rarely write erotic, if you can consider this erotic. All I know is when I read it in front of a roomfull of men during a writers group meeting, I got flushed and couldn't read it a second time.

untitled by Cheri Campion. This is one of my favorite poems mostly because it reminds me of the friendship Cheri and I had during college. Cheri is a very dear friend and though we're many hundreds of miles apart, I think of her often.

Smile I wrote this as a reminder of the practical joke that Cheri and Travis pulled on me one night while I was working the midnight shift at the local convenience store. One walked in with handcuffs on and they claimed that they were being arrested and had escaped from the officers. In just a matter of moments, an officer walked into the store and I freaked out, trying to hide the two of them in the walk-in cooler. They had their laugh and I was had. Ah... our foolish college days.

untitled It's a college theme going on here. The feelings, events and situations we survived during those years of higher education become very special memories and may also be bitter sweet for many of us. It is during that time that we usually find ourselves (as if we were lost) and leave a little piece of ourselves with those we call our friends. I often look back and realize that "I was at my best" (quote from Big Chill) and wonder ....

Baby Boy by Bruce McClure. self-explainatory

Dreaming by Bruce McClure. Bruce and I dated for several years and I'd like to think that he wrote this about me.

Not Forever I wrote this when I learned of the death of a really good friend of mine from high school. It's a very raw, rough draft but I didn't have the courage to revise it. I still don't.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my blast from the past. More to come....