Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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I set my pen to paper and say the prayer to summon my other self and she appears, smiling like a muse who has just taken half a hit of acid and probably some poor virgin's innocence, as well –
Politely, for once, I ask in meek and deferential tones if she has seen my better nature anywhere recently; it seems to be gone, along with my guilt and my familial ties and my money; for I had always assumed that the other three brought the first along like a distant and priggish maiden aunt –
And the muse laughs, and tells me how much nicer I am now that I'm not trying to protest my innocence, tells me she's glad to enjoy getting laid for a change and as a parting shot before she returns to her couch on the Olympian heights, informs me that my poetry is still as rotten as ever
and I thank her gravely and cease to torment my notebook.
