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Melisande Luna studied Geology at California State University, Bakersfield. After dropping out late in her junior year, going crazy, partying too hard, and getting divorced, she moved to New Orleans with a large group of friends to help in the rebuilding

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The ocean: 40 of 186
I am the ocean; a vastness that writhes under the eye of the moon. My frenzied water snatches towns in tsunami blooms of sorrow, Diurnal tides swash from me, churned from prevailing winds of mind, their crescendo climbs until each wave of me meets a place to rest, breaks, and in sighing retreat I whisper seductive promises o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feminine Divinity: 2 of 9
A Paiute Woman's Dim Memory Today my palms are spirits as my fingers seek the cups of matate hollows in the granite, worn by fawn-fleshed girls as they worked manzanita fruit to paste between rocks. No manos remain, only the mountain explains the methods of women gone to sinew, who came to grind their testimonies in the memo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 105 of 431
The Mission of Holy Men "Your salvation is nailed to a cross." - Curandero Bring the Padre alkaline and bitters to quench his insatiable nature. -the scent of copal cloying and sweet O succulent boymeat sacrament-. I confess this sin - in Father's goblet, tainted wine, the root of vomit and salt; last rites and gorge; a bent... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 200 of 594
The Reap On restless nights I've hammered north, hooked I-5 towards the valley, came screaming down the Grapevine; where August's breath blew warm and pungent, reeking of earth and onions: the scent of Lily's last gasp. I remember the night her cornflower eyes set with the stars - as dusty palms crushed her lips. Naked, she ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 469 of 1201
Down on the Delta I. Yesterday and Today I come to the isthmus every September to watch afternoons grow dust under the pace of International Harvesters. Across the bay men in Levi's load chaff on rafts they'll push through bulrushes with poles as long as a mid-June day. II. Circa 1979 I was ten or eleven with haphazard pigta... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Oil fields: 2 of 5
In chill dawn steel fog holds industry's stench to earth, squealing flocks of strange birds poke their rusty beaks in oil sands and suck. At sloe chapparal passes choked with thorny tumbleweeds, my feet beat heavy soil as I think of mud weight, blowouts and the trail ahead. Winter in the fields is not unlovely in stark light... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Colors: 31 of 66
Tumbleweed There are no tumbleweeds in my desert to slither through bighorn fences, bounce across blacktop, smack yellow lines. Just wind to blow the sand around, mined from pitted faces of volcanoes. Chip, bounce and gone again like melted ice that filled flats, watery richness spread for miles, snaking through washes where... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Graveyards: 32 of 55
Luna's Maritime Sorrow - Deep in the doldrums where horses learn to swim and currents sleep, sails flap lifelessly while men turn to ravens. These equatorial latitudes shroud lassitude beneath ships adrift on stuporous seas, their hold cargo swiftly rotting like corpses under groaning planks. I've learned not to chart still ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Earth: 100 of 171
To A Fault On the run, off the road thirty-five miles due south of Hell among stony outcrops keeping company with hawks The echo of a broken record -begs questions to please-God-stop I can't love anything but these thirsty mazes where faces lie exposed whispering history over playas spinning Badwater legends with windy sighs... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Military (Other) Should we increase the size of our military?: 21 of 27
"The Greeks and Romans had no standing armies, yet they defended themselves. The Greeks by their laws, and the Romans by the spirit of their people, took care to put into the hands of their rulers no such engine of oppression as a standing army. Their system was to make every man a soldier and oblige him to repair to the sta... More..