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Raised in the wildneress of Borneo by wild yaks, Sarah Terzo entered civilization after being found by two Hari Krishnas on sabbatical. After a lenghty stay at Bellvue Mental Hospital, she moved to New Jersey where she keeps busy collecting ceramic chinchillas,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The good old days: 2 of 22
"Words for Winter" It's summer and Warm sun beats down I hunt bees Stepping on each lazy buzz I hear the boys with bicycles Shouting in the cul-de-sac. It's summer and I'm following the black cat With painted-on whiskers From house to skull-lit house The crunch of leaves beneath my feet. It's summer and I mash soft snow Co... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Madmen: 1 of 10
When the Reporters Came I. This is what I told them. When I killed those kids I did not realize it was a dream. That the blood Splattering on the windows of the school bus Making beautiful patterns wasn't really there And that sweet moment when I hooked my gleaming knife beneath some blond kid's jugular Was only brain ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Past relationships: 3 of 28
Sometimes, I look through the cast-offs hidden in the back of my velvet-lined closet where your memory still sleeps. curled up like a cat on its cotton pillowcase. Where the silk sheets are torn shreds. When my eyes, blank and black hid behind costume faces. So many masks. This one- I remember that mouth. The gritted-toothed... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Grief: 14 of 121
I rememberFrench fries in all night dinersbefore the blank spacein my address book.Brightly colored dubbed CDstossed about in your messy carbefore the final tick soundedtime frozen behind your delicate iris.Then- tongue with worm, beetled lipsold earth over new grave.Such lack of soundminute hand stuckfrozen in the space betw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Civil War: 3 of 24
Frozen Thunder: Reflections on a Painting of the Battle of WaterlooThe short, staccato beats, the cries,the moans of wounded, smell of musket smokeCaptured in time, silentStill, like gray slated stonesThat sit so neatly, row on endless row.We have forgotten themTheir names, their lives, their private battlesTheir loves, their... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 28 of 200
The Little ThingsToday I ran across the empty spacein my address bookwhere your name had been.And grief,once a tidal wavebrushed my heartcareless and cold as falling snow.I remember you and Istanding together outsideThe familiar smell of tobacco smoke(Put it out before my mom gets here)Something so simple.And I huddle in my r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On music: 4 of 25
"Oasis" When the sun is gray I let myself dance Across smooth zebra stripes. And I am free and jubilant again Happy, set to scream my name to azure strident skies. And as I pass leaping like a lioness, grasses bow their heads Queen for the moment I sink my teeth into the music's jungle joy. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nightmares: 21 of 121
Waking up, gaggingAs my mind recoilsFrom the dreamsOf a human monster- me.Of children reaching, fingerless, with innocent eyes.Morning, in my dorm cafeteria, I cannot moveI cannot eat, I cannot speakOr reply when spoken to.I cannot sit down and cannot get up.I cannot put down the plate and cannot pick it up.Riding home later,... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Government & Policies Should smoking be allowed in public places?: 64 of 363
Should smoking be allowed in public places? One of the main purpose of laws should be to protect people from harm. Most laws accomplish this aim. Laws against murder and violent crimes obviously do it; lesser examples are laws against copyright infringement (which protect authors and artists), laws against speeding (which pro... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mindless depression: 4 of 22
Sometimes I can only wonder is it adversity that kills us or this mindless, soul-numbing apathy? Not the rushing tidal wave that overwhelms but the cold incessant dripping of water on stone flowing to that noxious, mud -corrupted stagnant pool That drowns us. More..