<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:15:55.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Autumn</title><subtitle type='html'>A constantly evolving collection of poems by Gena S. Schwam</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-6150323351852836485</id><published>2011-01-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:26:29.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>Your voice reminds me of the&lt;br /&gt;Epinephrine rush&lt;br /&gt;I got one time&lt;br /&gt;Before a root canal&lt;br /&gt;Right after the needle went in&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes crossed and&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't uncross them and&lt;br /&gt;My heart went crazy&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't slow down&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment I thought&lt;br /&gt;I might die&lt;br /&gt;Before the cup of water and&lt;br /&gt;The soft, gloved hands to&lt;br /&gt;Calm me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-6150323351852836485?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6150323351852836485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/rush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6150323351852836485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6150323351852836485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-5417635686021564933</id><published>2011-01-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:39:22.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tide</title><content type='html'>My heart passenger angel&lt;br /&gt;Transflixed by glossy mood&lt;br /&gt;Sipping soda&lt;br /&gt;Skipping slowly&lt;br /&gt;To the pond at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floods came that summer&lt;br /&gt;And we never saw the moon&lt;br /&gt;Hopes dashed&lt;br /&gt;Plates smashed&lt;br /&gt;I left you in that room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried away by water&lt;br /&gt;Touched by many hands&lt;br /&gt;The dancers took their time&lt;br /&gt;Weaving through the brine&lt;br /&gt;The last glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Salt in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Blood on my wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter breathing darkly dawning&lt;br /&gt;Lips frozen fingers on my face&lt;br /&gt;Half sober&lt;br /&gt;Falling over&lt;br /&gt;Whispers echoing in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it for granted once&lt;br /&gt;A bridge near-buried&lt;br /&gt;Cars like husks&lt;br /&gt;Soft fabric caskets within&lt;br /&gt;People stranded like buoys&lt;br /&gt;On rooftops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you in a room&lt;br /&gt;Small pocket, dry island&lt;br /&gt;Cold sun risen past noon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-5417635686021564933?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5417635686021564933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/high-tide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5417635686021564933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5417635686021564933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/high-tide.html' title='High Tide'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-3284065745162963150</id><published>2010-08-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:37:19.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Break</title><content type='html'>Staring at these Mondrian tiles while&lt;br /&gt;I sit looking down&lt;br /&gt;From above&lt;br /&gt;Blue squares and one rectangle&lt;br /&gt;Repeated endlessly&lt;br /&gt;In my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;In my 3AM haze&lt;br /&gt;Two small squares broken by one much larger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you break me - broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One yellow wall framed in white&lt;br /&gt;Too many doors and a bedroom too small&lt;br /&gt;A dresser drawer hanging&lt;br /&gt;A fan blowing without pause&lt;br /&gt;A cat tree well-used&lt;br /&gt;These things, I pass on my way&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, to&lt;br /&gt;Fall back into bed&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-3284065745162963150?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3284065745162963150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/bathroom-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3284065745162963150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3284065745162963150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/bathroom-break.html' title='Bathroom Break'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-9079326361726863082</id><published>2009-07-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:09:04.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>I never knew there were&lt;br /&gt;fireflies in the New York City&lt;br /&gt;Until one night&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of light&lt;br /&gt;On a dark street&lt;br /&gt;In Queens&lt;br /&gt;The shadows from the trees&lt;br /&gt;Masking the tall lamps above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked quickly all those years&lt;br /&gt;My eyes on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;My ears on my footfalls&lt;br /&gt;Aware of anyone behind me and&lt;br /&gt;Ahead&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to look left or right&lt;br /&gt;To catch that glimpse of light&lt;br /&gt;From an unassuming&lt;br /&gt;Black fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them in clusters&lt;br /&gt;Darting in circles&lt;br /&gt;Bright yellow bursting open and fading&lt;br /&gt;I stood still in the street&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a picture with&lt;br /&gt;My phone&lt;br /&gt;Could not time it well&lt;br /&gt;And got only darkness&lt;br /&gt;A picture unsaved -&lt;br /&gt;Elusive insect biochemically lit&lt;br /&gt;From within&lt;br /&gt;While artificial bulb squares&lt;br /&gt;Serve as backdrop&lt;br /&gt;Brick buildings and curbs,&lt;br /&gt;Nature obscured&lt;br /&gt;By the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-9079326361726863082?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9079326361726863082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireflies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/9079326361726863082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/9079326361726863082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-5699308749139808323</id><published>2009-07-05T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:00:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking</title><content type='html'>If I take all of our communications&lt;br /&gt;Bottle them up and&lt;br /&gt;Try to make them work&lt;br /&gt;I get one message:&lt;br /&gt;You do not deserve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not deserve me because&lt;br /&gt;I am honorable&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;I am honest&lt;br /&gt;I am living life two steps ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the color and the shadow&lt;br /&gt;I cannot forget your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;Despite your indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple in the sky looks like bruises&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of all you said&lt;br /&gt;Those short missives&lt;br /&gt;Those midnight impulses&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Your body&lt;br /&gt;Broken up into segments&lt;br /&gt;Broken down into small, easily digestible&lt;br /&gt;Portions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can look at you whenever I want to&lt;br /&gt;Through the static and pixels but&lt;br /&gt;You don't blink and you don't move&lt;br /&gt;The silence is disconcerting&lt;br /&gt;As it has been&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you more than I want many things&lt;br /&gt;Your complicated situation aside&lt;br /&gt;The box was not small enough to contain us&lt;br /&gt;But I should have walked away&lt;br /&gt;You have your decisions to make&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions to swallow&lt;br /&gt;And where does that leave me -&lt;br /&gt;Inside and outside&lt;br /&gt;Up and down&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on your infrequent words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mixed up and unaware of&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you have been&lt;br /&gt;What you have said or&lt;br /&gt;Have not said&lt;br /&gt;Where your hands are, your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Where your lips are, your breath&lt;br /&gt;Whether she can hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Or not&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your low voice&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter&lt;br /&gt;See your eyes shine just for me&lt;br /&gt;I want your fingers in my&lt;br /&gt;I want your tongue on my&lt;br /&gt;I want your face&lt;br /&gt;Your ears&lt;br /&gt;Your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This waiting is impossible but&lt;br /&gt;I am resigned to it&lt;br /&gt;A challenge&lt;br /&gt;A growing&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free of past patterns&lt;br /&gt;Help me out of this wondering&lt;br /&gt;Help me see through you&lt;br /&gt;I can see right through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-5699308749139808323?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5699308749139808323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5699308749139808323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5699308749139808323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking.html' title='Breaking'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-6688566293126485217</id><published>2009-06-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:26:57.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>We take turns wading into the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand under scaffolding on 76th street&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a break in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my turn to step out&lt;br /&gt;Into the wet street,&lt;br /&gt;Submerge my feet in the small&lt;br /&gt;Rushing river at the curb,&lt;br /&gt;Where asphalt meets concrete&lt;br /&gt;Where gutter drains overflow and&lt;br /&gt;Broken umbrellas rest,&lt;br /&gt;Sodden and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a woman running in&lt;br /&gt;Bright red heels and a jogger&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the downpour.&lt;br /&gt;A man smoking a cigarette next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Observing, as I am, the city, the torrent,&lt;br /&gt;The streams in the cracks in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the crowds but&lt;br /&gt;I don't see their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of glaciers and mountains&lt;br /&gt;Birds and bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine while we drive,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that one month from today&lt;br /&gt;I will see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave the city and escape,&lt;br /&gt;The rain will fade into the background,&lt;br /&gt;The only sound, the only presence,&lt;br /&gt;The two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to plunge into the storm,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to run in my open-toed shoes&lt;br /&gt;Slipping and sliding, skin on leather&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to run to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take our turns in the silence&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;City or country, trees or smokestacks,&lt;br /&gt;We are the same -&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to step off an edge,&lt;br /&gt;To dive head-first&lt;br /&gt;To break the suspense and fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall into openness, the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Fall into each other while the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Color the sky black&lt;br /&gt;The moon overtakes us and shines its white light&lt;br /&gt;Illuminates us, breaks us open&lt;br /&gt;Joins us&lt;br /&gt;Until we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-6688566293126485217?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6688566293126485217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6688566293126485217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6688566293126485217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-3243384688474076374</id><published>2009-05-22T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:08:05.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watching</title><content type='html'>The sun is strong and plays its tricks well.&lt;br /&gt;Reflections in the snow burn me,&lt;br /&gt;Turn me red, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight comes late and the&lt;br /&gt;Temperature changes us.&lt;br /&gt;Birds alight on the mud flats while&lt;br /&gt;The tide rolls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my camera steady.&lt;br /&gt;There may be a photograph,&lt;br /&gt;There may be beauty,&lt;br /&gt;But their wings soon spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day we are seagulls,&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;White, gray and yellow streaks in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;By night we let our flights take us&lt;br /&gt;Further afield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk descends and the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sits calmly -&lt;br /&gt;We are thought, feeling and ink,&lt;br /&gt;More than two, more than one,&lt;br /&gt;Flying forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-3243384688474076374?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3243384688474076374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/05/bird-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3243384688474076374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3243384688474076374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/05/bird-watching.html' title='Bird Watching'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-8891597465627478704</id><published>2009-02-26T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:01:57.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night We Sang</title><content type='html'>The night we sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;On Fulton Street&lt;br /&gt;Walked over the Brooklyn Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Saw the city shining before midnight&lt;br /&gt;Held hands in the subway while&lt;br /&gt;You made me promise&lt;br /&gt;Never to lie&lt;br /&gt;I told you I don't roll that way&lt;br /&gt;Knew I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to Harlem&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Under falling snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-8891597465627478704?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8891597465627478704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-we-sang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8891597465627478704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8891597465627478704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-we-sang.html' title='The Night We Sang'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-5604985115289086438</id><published>2009-02-18T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:29:23.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyline</title><content type='html'>The city feels different tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No longer our city,&lt;br /&gt;Our skyline,&lt;br /&gt;Our Brooklyn Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;People are shadows on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Faceless, passive figures walking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me in the morning and&lt;br /&gt;The suddenness of it took the color from my sight,&lt;br /&gt;The storefronts of Astoria went black.&lt;br /&gt;Our time in your car in Rockaway,&lt;br /&gt;The milkshake in the diner,&lt;br /&gt;The drive back through Brooklyn,&lt;br /&gt;All of it, over and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are parts of the city I can't return to.&lt;br /&gt;The West Village, the Lower East Side,&lt;br /&gt;Especially East Harlem, where we&lt;br /&gt;Walked through snow on Three Kings Day.&lt;br /&gt;The people were faceless, then, because&lt;br /&gt;We could only see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me awake until dawn&lt;br /&gt;Just so you could show me the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Over Harlem,&lt;br /&gt;Walked me home and tucked me in&lt;br /&gt;So we could sleep 'til noon.&lt;br /&gt;We danced that night in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded room that seemed so empty,&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to write after&lt;br /&gt;You said you were falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known it was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;You walked out of my life as quickly as&lt;br /&gt;You entered, left me reeling in your wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city looks different tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I see it with the eyes of one who has been&lt;br /&gt;Left behind.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much to explore,&lt;br /&gt;Unseen streets, untasted food,&lt;br /&gt;Things I wanted to share with you,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of my city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of you remains,&lt;br /&gt;Your sensuality and passion.&lt;br /&gt;You were everything I wanted and&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was that for you.&lt;br /&gt;The city is dark tonight,&lt;br /&gt;But I know it won't be that way forever.&lt;br /&gt;The lights and colors will return one day,&lt;br /&gt;The faces of the people,&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;The smell of bagels and knishes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that reminds me of home,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-5604985115289086438?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5604985115289086438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/skyline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5604985115289086438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/5604985115289086438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/skyline.html' title='Skyline'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-7834091766715202526</id><published>2009-02-18T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:28:59.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guernica</title><content type='html'>A Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;Wannabe&lt;br /&gt;Spray-painted&lt;br /&gt;His interpretation&lt;br /&gt;of "Guernica"&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;br /&gt;Red brick wall&lt;br /&gt;Down the block&lt;br /&gt;From your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pointed out&lt;br /&gt;This masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Without fail&lt;br /&gt;Each time we&lt;br /&gt;Passed it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-7834091766715202526?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7834091766715202526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/guernica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7834091766715202526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7834091766715202526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/guernica.html' title='Guernica'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-8194765556935058897</id><published>2009-02-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:57:03.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our bodies melt together&lt;br /&gt;Slick and seamless&lt;br /&gt;Fish in water&lt;br /&gt;Seaglass&lt;br /&gt;Blues and clear, crystal greens&lt;br /&gt;Gray beaches&lt;br /&gt;Corals on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Lights in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am yours completely&lt;br /&gt;The violent mossy tide&lt;br /&gt;Strings us along&lt;br /&gt;Like kelp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is sea green&lt;br /&gt;Frosted stars in a&lt;br /&gt;Cold winter but&lt;br /&gt;With you here&lt;br /&gt;The cold fades into black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I know&lt;br /&gt;And everything I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Tidal flats teeming with life&lt;br /&gt;Pools of blood, ripe&lt;br /&gt;The night lit up like&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and wine&lt;br /&gt;A backdrop for our symphony&lt;br /&gt;An echo of our emotion&lt;br /&gt;Melodic blending&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic flow,&lt;br /&gt;We carry on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Until you opened me whole.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm flooded, overloaded&lt;br /&gt;A cityscape at night&lt;br /&gt;Lit up from within&lt;br /&gt;Dusty seashore that&lt;br /&gt;Carries me home,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe your salt and&lt;br /&gt;Drink your liquid skin.&lt;br /&gt;I am windblown and heartstruck.&lt;br /&gt;Love washes over me with the&lt;br /&gt;Harmony and flow of time&lt;br /&gt;Passages of verse&lt;br /&gt;Chords and disjointed phrases&lt;br /&gt;Ambient light and mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bright source of light.&lt;br /&gt;You nurture me like the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me back to myself&lt;br /&gt;In waves.&lt;br /&gt;I would strive always to do&lt;br /&gt;The same for you,&lt;br /&gt;Give back to you a hundredfold&lt;br /&gt;Rock you gently with the moon's&lt;br /&gt;Ancient phases&lt;br /&gt;Breathe life into you&lt;br /&gt;Love you until the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, mine, your eyes mine,&lt;br /&gt;As we watch the present moment&lt;br /&gt;Unfold into days and years like&lt;br /&gt;An ocean, bending only&lt;br /&gt;With the flash of&lt;br /&gt;Dawn on a new horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-8194765556935058897?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8194765556935058897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/rapture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8194765556935058897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8194765556935058897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/rapture.html' title='Rapture'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-6765668517768381384</id><published>2009-02-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:27:44.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson</title><content type='html'>In the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You are many colors&lt;br /&gt;I see you as you see me&lt;br /&gt;Lengthened shadow and shape,&lt;br /&gt;Forms stretching into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Outside the circle of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bleeding, raw and open&lt;br /&gt;My pain seeping out&lt;br /&gt;Unrecognized&lt;br /&gt;The ebb and flow of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;But when you are here&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a night like this&lt;br /&gt;To make me see who we are,&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary colors&lt;br /&gt;Red and green&lt;br /&gt;Blue and orange&lt;br /&gt;Purple and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;We roll along unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Painting the past with each track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching inside this&lt;br /&gt;Wellspring of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Spilling over my edges&lt;br /&gt;Draining out through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for so much more than&lt;br /&gt;What we are&lt;br /&gt;I know it almost too soon&lt;br /&gt;I fear the intensity and realization,&lt;br /&gt;I fear the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can teach myself to be happy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find peace in the&lt;br /&gt;Dark of the forest tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Wishes mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Covered in ashes,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to carve my own line&lt;br /&gt;Draw it where it lies hidden&lt;br /&gt;Under the rough, dead leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-6765668517768381384?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6765668517768381384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6765668517768381384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6765668517768381384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson.html' title='Lesson'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-3537694945154315386</id><published>2009-01-12T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:35:15.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":ww" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Blue plaster bodies hover under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":wx" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Orange globes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":xb" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Corrogated catwalks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":xa" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Like Matisse's dancers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":tr" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Perfect circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":wm" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Men and women moving slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":ts" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Suspended in this space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":xc" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;Where we are the only ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":xf" dir="ltr" class="h8iICe"&gt;The only ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-3537694945154315386?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3537694945154315386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3537694945154315386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3537694945154315386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/01/cafe.html' title='Cafe'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-3216163085688767062</id><published>2009-01-08T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:35:28.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken</title><content type='html'>From the elevated tracks&lt;br /&gt;The rooftops of Queens&lt;br /&gt;Blur together like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;New York in winter wind&lt;br /&gt;Shining palely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mist of morning hangs thick&lt;br /&gt;Smokescreen curtain call.&lt;br /&gt;My night has ended and&lt;br /&gt;Day rises from ashes,&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable and open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is an echo in the&lt;br /&gt;Metal container that&lt;br /&gt;Carries us forth through the city,&lt;br /&gt;Song lyrics dancing through me&lt;br /&gt;Images of youth flashing forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the morning I expected,&lt;br /&gt;No longer lonely,&lt;br /&gt;This is a ray of sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;Expectation,&lt;br /&gt;Fish in a pond leaping to feed&lt;br /&gt;From my hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand with my unread paper&lt;br /&gt;My backpack&lt;br /&gt;My unfinished words&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what will be,&lt;br /&gt;What has been,&lt;br /&gt;What never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city holds me cautiously&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to break me&lt;br /&gt;To drop me too soon&lt;br /&gt;All while speeding me forth into&lt;br /&gt;Underground wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Platforms littered with footprints&lt;br /&gt;My dreams in black barrels&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the day I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Hanging heavy like the heart of&lt;br /&gt;A broken lover&lt;br /&gt;The wonderment of newness&lt;br /&gt;Tinged with fear of loss&lt;br /&gt;Precarious new thing hanging in the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My train brings me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;I step out through the doors,&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance, peace, surety.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is with me in the halls&lt;br /&gt;As I carry my burdens and empty them&lt;br /&gt;Like discarded dailies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-3216163085688767062?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3216163085688767062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/01/unspoken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3216163085688767062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3216163085688767062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2009/01/unspoken.html' title='Unspoken'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-1614423317739212797</id><published>2008-12-22T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:19:11.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannukah</title><content type='html'>You are sizzle and smoke&lt;br /&gt;Sour cream&lt;br /&gt;Apple sauce&lt;br /&gt;Fried bits of root vegetable&lt;br /&gt;In charred non-stick pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smell of oil&lt;br /&gt;A present for each night&lt;br /&gt;A dreidl spinning and landing&lt;br /&gt;On Shin&lt;br /&gt;Gelt melting in gold foil&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cold night, dark&lt;br /&gt;Orange electric bulbs&lt;br /&gt;Glowing in windows across the way&lt;br /&gt;Chopped onions and winter&lt;br /&gt;Bags full of candy&lt;br /&gt;Children hugging goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For long school breaks,&lt;br /&gt;Trips to Disney World,&lt;br /&gt;Long walks home on icy streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are left out in the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten miracle&lt;br /&gt;Small significance in the&lt;br /&gt;Grand scheme of my religion&lt;br /&gt;But you are not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;All these years you are mine&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-1614423317739212797?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1614423317739212797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/hannukah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1614423317739212797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1614423317739212797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/hannukah.html' title='Hannukah'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-7018925207399545843</id><published>2008-12-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:00:26.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menorah</title><content type='html'>eight nights, eight lights&lt;br /&gt;in this first fire I see myself&lt;br /&gt;young and golden&lt;br /&gt;glittering and warm&lt;br /&gt;your body next to mine in&lt;br /&gt;summer evening glow&lt;br /&gt;each flame a memory&lt;br /&gt;twisting wax spins time like a&lt;br /&gt;dying wick&lt;br /&gt;and we burn out quickly&lt;br /&gt;each night passing swiftly&lt;br /&gt;the flames increasing from&lt;br /&gt;two to five to seven and&lt;br /&gt;then the last night (eight)&lt;br /&gt;I am reborn, a new year, new light&lt;br /&gt;Your memory a page written and cast off&lt;br /&gt;a book closed but well-kept&lt;br /&gt;you don't collect dust&lt;br /&gt;like my menorah, abandoned on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;for a whole year before&lt;br /&gt;set to life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-7018925207399545843?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7018925207399545843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/menorah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7018925207399545843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7018925207399545843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/menorah.html' title='Menorah'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-397857828090211854</id><published>2008-12-19T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:53:56.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>We sleep with fingers entwined.&lt;br /&gt;Even when we stir in dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Our hands stay solidly together.&lt;br /&gt;Even in moments without consciousness&lt;br /&gt;We know that we are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;My body twists and folds with yours&lt;br /&gt;Delicate shapes and lines&lt;br /&gt;Softly moving into and out of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall further into visions,&lt;br /&gt;We are walking in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down the riverbed&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon light shafting off the canyon walls&lt;br /&gt;Drawing warm browns and yellows from the sandstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky knows we are here together,&lt;br /&gt;The sun knows it, bathes us in her heat&lt;br /&gt;The moon knows it, shines palely over our heads&lt;br /&gt;The whole valley knows it, slowly winding out for us&lt;br /&gt;Seeping into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;The ancient mountains see we are one&lt;br /&gt;Their jagged peaks welcoming in their roughness.&lt;br /&gt;The lazy swirling of the sediments in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us that time is cyclical, moving backward and forward&lt;br /&gt;Repetition and harmony,&lt;br /&gt;Time spins out and opens wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk side by side, new and right&lt;br /&gt;Earthly forces flaring into flames&lt;br /&gt;With sunset.&lt;br /&gt;We sit on a dry mud hill&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sun's descent,&lt;br /&gt;Our lips touching, breathing softly from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night we fall wordlessly into sleep&lt;br /&gt;Under a dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;We hold each other even when the wind kicks up.&lt;br /&gt;The power of this place pulls us naturally&lt;br /&gt;Into our deepest desires, and we reach for each other,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing and kissing until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--GSS 12/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-397857828090211854?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/397857828090211854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/397857828090211854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/397857828090211854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-1849249043163158627</id><published>2008-12-19T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:52:14.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjunction</title><content type='html'>We found each other under planetary conjunction&lt;br /&gt;A moon upside-down&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadows of eucalyptus trees&lt;br /&gt;On darkened streets&lt;br /&gt;Electricity bleeding from street lamps&lt;br /&gt;Shocking between our fingers,&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cube of changing colors&lt;br /&gt;My hand found yours when&lt;br /&gt;I touched the glass after you did&lt;br /&gt;And our palm prints melted together&lt;br /&gt;Changing from blue into green&lt;br /&gt;Colors blending seamlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your smile I saw the fire that&lt;br /&gt;Left me months ago return&lt;br /&gt;Words flooding back like a deluge&lt;br /&gt;Shapes and sky, sunset and rocks&lt;br /&gt;Memories returning to wake me from silence,&lt;br /&gt;Your body next to mine strong and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a night that could not have been more perfect&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits aligned like constellations&lt;br /&gt;My eyes found in yours a common ground,&lt;br /&gt;Effortless understanding and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your hand in my back pocket,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin under my lips,&lt;br /&gt;The flow of breath between us, and&lt;br /&gt;The desire to know more of you, all of you,&lt;br /&gt;Even from miles beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 12/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-1849249043163158627?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1849249043163158627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/conjunction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1849249043163158627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1849249043163158627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/conjunction.html' title='Conjunction'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-1992139407452721226</id><published>2008-12-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:01:13.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>I am a mystery to you&lt;br /&gt;I hide around corners and behind doors&lt;br /&gt;I know you like a book&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself a secret&lt;br /&gt;Deliciously puzzling&lt;br /&gt;All the questions you&lt;br /&gt;Want answers to&lt;br /&gt;Are out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Unless I choose to&lt;br /&gt;Reveal myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark above us&lt;br /&gt;The trees shaky and dry&lt;br /&gt;Like my insides&lt;br /&gt;The pigeons on the street&lt;br /&gt;Are oblivious to my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;As I run behind you&lt;br /&gt;In the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-1992139407452721226?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1992139407452721226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/exquisite-mystery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1992139407452721226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1992139407452721226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/exquisite-mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-8337189207859917334</id><published>2008-12-11T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:30:49.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Autumn</title><content type='html'>In twilight the sun spreads&lt;br /&gt;Moist hands over the trees&lt;br /&gt;Falling in spirals as the breath of&lt;br /&gt;Night spins orange silhouettes&lt;br /&gt;From leaves&lt;br /&gt;Colors dripping dryly as night begins&lt;br /&gt;Then blowing, cracked and brown as&lt;br /&gt;Autumn injects blue venom&lt;br /&gt;Into the veins of all life.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;Gena S. Schwam 1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-8337189207859917334?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8337189207859917334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8337189207859917334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8337189207859917334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-autumn.html' title='Blue Autumn'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-2315362085227186911</id><published>2008-12-11T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:18:51.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystic</title><content type='html'>I am filled with mysticism&lt;br /&gt;My head is dizzy with it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy with it&lt;br /&gt;The future is strung up end to end&lt;br /&gt;Dangles from a wire&lt;br /&gt;While people fall and cities die&lt;br /&gt;Storefronts burn and stars collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at the center of it&lt;br /&gt;You asked for my prediction&lt;br /&gt;My eyes went black, my lips went slack&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the words to&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;From day one you were hooked&lt;br /&gt;As was I&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that you'll need only&lt;br /&gt;This one set of eyes to&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror is the truth and paradox&lt;br /&gt;My vision rises from within&lt;br /&gt;Once spoken my words are sealed&lt;br /&gt;A fairy in a pond&lt;br /&gt;A ship in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision for you is crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;I divine your intervention&lt;br /&gt;Find you deep within my spirit&lt;br /&gt;See you at the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't charge you for this one&lt;br /&gt;I know you will find peace&lt;br /&gt;Whether with me or someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'll wander alone but&lt;br /&gt;I will always think of you&lt;br /&gt;I will wonder why the universe&lt;br /&gt;Linked our souls together&lt;br /&gt;Then parted us for&lt;br /&gt;An unknown length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 12/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-2315362085227186911?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2315362085227186911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2315362085227186911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2315362085227186911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystic.html' title='Mystic'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-2545700699112052681</id><published>2008-12-11T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:13:16.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendless</title><content type='html'>In this sea of enigmatic partners&lt;br /&gt;patience seeps, stringy, through my fingers&lt;br /&gt;fine grains of dried blood, paper shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look below my surface and find emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Small saplings of future evergreens&lt;br /&gt;Pinecones crushed by small shoes, dog feet,&lt;br /&gt;An energy hanging over the scene like a pall&lt;br /&gt;No time for hello&lt;br /&gt;No reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;In this time of indignance&lt;br /&gt;This war of priorities&lt;br /&gt;A game made cunning by the players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tree shakes restlessly in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Each leaf lets its stem tear cell by&lt;br /&gt;Deoxygenated cell&lt;br /&gt;Pore by pore&lt;br /&gt;Wet branch bones struggling to rid themselves of&lt;br /&gt;The mess of flat, waving hands&lt;br /&gt;They fall in piles by the curbs&lt;br /&gt;Receive only the ocassional speeding tire&lt;br /&gt;Crushed under the weight of exhaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted by the race to win&lt;br /&gt;More cards to my deck&lt;br /&gt;More numbers on my cell&lt;br /&gt;More addresses&lt;br /&gt;More emails&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Reacting less to rejection than to&lt;br /&gt;My own need for solitude&lt;br /&gt;I'll take hermitage for granted no longer -&lt;br /&gt;It has its merits&lt;br /&gt;I was born this way and I'll likely expire&lt;br /&gt;Alone, this way&lt;br /&gt;Without the assemblage of fireflies at my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Kept in clear jars, lighting my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gss04&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-2545700699112052681?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2545700699112052681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2545700699112052681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2545700699112052681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendless.html' title='Friendless'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-7509575486516478886</id><published>2008-12-11T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed</title><content type='html'>I can see why it only takes one&lt;br /&gt;to pollinate the crosshairs,&lt;br /&gt;bring life to the fields,&lt;br /&gt;ignite the fibers nestled on the petals -&lt;br /&gt;only one tiny bullet to hit the mark,&lt;br /&gt;tear open the flesh and bloom there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift-off is homogenous&lt;br /&gt;like a branding of normalcy&lt;br /&gt;I've come to expect this waiting,&lt;br /&gt;the humming bees at their work, cross-breeding&lt;br /&gt;hairy seeds on wind plumes -&lt;br /&gt;but their sterility signals only failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night hangs heavy with musk,&lt;br /&gt;the rutting successful at last&lt;br /&gt;and it only took one to plant the seed,&lt;br /&gt;cells pleading for release,&lt;br /&gt;aching, punching out of skin -&lt;br /&gt;wet hides barely touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--GSS 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-7509575486516478886?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7509575486516478886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/seed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7509575486516478886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7509575486516478886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/seed.html' title='Seed'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-8295975987871744647</id><published>2008-12-11T09:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:05.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitten</title><content type='html'>I can't help but wonder if I am the biter or the bitten&lt;br /&gt;The supple flesh taunting me to taste -&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it is my own skin being penetrated by razor teeth&lt;br /&gt;Tasted and savored,&lt;br /&gt;Feverishly pulled free from tendon and bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars I see when I blink flash like beacons&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out of my reverie, hard crack like a whip on my flanks&lt;br /&gt;Instant snap of fire and my nerves jump to action,&lt;br /&gt;Chomping at the bit, bright out of the starting gate&lt;br /&gt;Waking me up from my thunderstorm sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of the bite sends me helpless&lt;br /&gt;With the sweet pain of it&lt;br /&gt;And I know in an instant that I am not the one inflicting it,&lt;br /&gt;I've been shut off until now, my lights dimmed&lt;br /&gt;And it is the sharpness,&lt;br /&gt;This frantic ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Which causes my insides to flutter open,&lt;br /&gt;Hard-wired like a race car to go fast, so fast&lt;br /&gt;Pistons and oil&lt;br /&gt;Sweat and shine&lt;br /&gt;Fast like a waving checkered flag on a tarmac track&lt;br /&gt;Faster, like turbine engines during lift-off&lt;br /&gt;Fastest bite of all, the dull sap of it&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely honey-thick&lt;br /&gt;The ebb and flow of it, amber and dark of it&lt;br /&gt;Like a beating heart that I must - oh, must!-&lt;br /&gt;Ingest, inhale, expel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it now, all teeth and tongue&lt;br /&gt;Who does this thing that tears me open&lt;br /&gt;Am I the biter or the bitten?&lt;br /&gt;Our flesh blends together and we are seamless&lt;br /&gt;I do not know my body from yours&lt;br /&gt;Together this glue solidifies us&lt;br /&gt;Your compulsions are mine&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is my taste&lt;br /&gt;Oh the nasty temptation of it, to become you,&lt;br /&gt;Crawl out and leave myself behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                -gss 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-8295975987871744647?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8295975987871744647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8295975987871744647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8295975987871744647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitten.html' title='The bitten'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-6311394839337378744</id><published>2008-12-11T09:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:11:49.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw-Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'll outgrow you like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Watch you dance around me&lt;br /&gt;Like the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in your cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;A thousand white lies in lace&lt;br /&gt;Little girl dreams musty and folded&lt;br /&gt;Perfect corners, eyelets, mercy&lt;br /&gt;The flowers from my bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Still hang here four years later&lt;br /&gt;Cast a dusty glance in my direction&lt;br /&gt;Through the dingy mirror&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I fancy myself a liar but&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Of playing the same old games with you&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going where you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll not follow anymore&lt;br /&gt;Leave wedding cake crumbs in my wake&lt;br /&gt;When I turn another corner&lt;br /&gt;Burning candles on the hills&lt;br /&gt;Of my new fate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The picture that we made on that&lt;br /&gt;Perfect day in May sits in the&lt;br /&gt;Top drawer in my childhood room&lt;br /&gt;Stashed away with old mementos&lt;br /&gt;Things I revisit when I vsit&lt;br /&gt;Which, these days isn't often&lt;br /&gt;But I come back on occasion to&lt;br /&gt;Reclaim my indecision&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes finding that, once lost,&lt;br /&gt;A charm can be uncovered&lt;br /&gt;Resurrected from the mess&lt;br /&gt;Brought back to life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe one day I'll find us there&lt;br /&gt;Years from now, and pick us up&lt;br /&gt;Open the frame and toss us away&lt;br /&gt;With the stale ivory gown&lt;br /&gt;No one would buy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe bring us back to life&lt;br /&gt;If only to analyze why&lt;br /&gt;We got broken enough to end it&lt;br /&gt;Desperate enough to try it&lt;br /&gt;In the first place&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the end I think I'd buy it&lt;br /&gt;Give love another chance,&lt;br /&gt;Just not with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-GSS 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-6311394839337378744?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6311394839337378744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/throw-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6311394839337378744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/6311394839337378744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/throw-away.html' title='Throw-Away'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-4387552627026116227</id><published>2008-12-11T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:11:12.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote</title><content type='html'>Walking backwards bitten black&lt;br /&gt;Trainwreck iron slick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift the rails sliding quickly&lt;br /&gt;Casket thrown off track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastest draw from the deck&lt;br /&gt;Bad call bad day bounty lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging sun lightning crack&lt;br /&gt;Pitchfork bloodied on your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantern light pale of skin&lt;br /&gt;Down on the bed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under cover reckless mess&lt;br /&gt;Uncover the hair from your nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracing fingers over rough&lt;br /&gt;Done too quick ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down again and out like blue&lt;br /&gt;Winner takes the fastest noose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead dog tongue steel gray&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wake me up one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-4387552627026116227?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4387552627026116227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/coyote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4387552627026116227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4387552627026116227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/coyote.html' title='Coyote'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-4434689356514045893</id><published>2008-12-11T09:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:10:57.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>Take this delicate thing of mine&lt;br /&gt;Palm it open flutter shut&lt;br /&gt;Hand over hand I'm back and forth&lt;br /&gt;You've got me shaken up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm raw and open&lt;br /&gt;Delicate dusty&lt;br /&gt;Underutilized undamaged goods&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your precious words&lt;br /&gt;Empty and waiting to be filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm shut for good there's no way back&lt;br /&gt;Not going wrong again&lt;br /&gt;Not going ripe too soon&lt;br /&gt;Only to be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me open pull me through&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;All you are&lt;br /&gt;Want you to see me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let loose livewire words and I&lt;br /&gt;Spill my dust through curling hands&lt;br /&gt;The broken shelf falls down too soon&lt;br /&gt;I'm sprawled undone and crushed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too brief the colors in this world&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming craving black and white&lt;br /&gt;To unpaint my mood again&lt;br /&gt;To flow away and out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tide rolls in I'm cold and wet&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping restless in the muck&lt;br /&gt;Your hand on mine like softest silk&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS '07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-4434689356514045893?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4434689356514045893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4434689356514045893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4434689356514045893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-2053583335243876378</id><published>2008-12-11T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:10:27.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violation</title><content type='html'>Town court country night&lt;br /&gt;Plastic flower seats&lt;br /&gt;Fruitful time for focus&lt;br /&gt;Lost in reverie&lt;br /&gt;Filter out the sparks that&lt;br /&gt;Taste like pleasure on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got time, friend,&lt;br /&gt;For watching closely&lt;br /&gt;The judge in her gown&lt;br /&gt;All Rise, quiet now&lt;br /&gt;Peace descends on the room&lt;br /&gt;On the turquoise rug&lt;br /&gt;On the garish curtains and their stains&lt;br /&gt;And on the wall&lt;br /&gt;"God We Trust"&lt;br /&gt;But I never trusted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got knocked down and fell hard&lt;br /&gt;Down in the place where lies form&lt;br /&gt;Grass green on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Made the mistake of loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courthouse town and county hall&lt;br /&gt;Gathered here and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For my appeal&lt;br /&gt;For the gavel to drop&lt;br /&gt;For the sting to subside&lt;br /&gt;So I stepped off the curb&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see the price I'd pay&lt;br /&gt;That you came and took your piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town dead silent tonight&lt;br /&gt;I've got eyes for bigger things&lt;br /&gt;Always knew it in my gut&lt;br /&gt;What you'd do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dismissed out loud&lt;br /&gt;No disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Justice served in two short words&lt;br /&gt;Town court cold night&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Spare your shame&lt;br /&gt;Save my heart from your distate&lt;br /&gt;I'll be long gone by the time you&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-2053583335243876378?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2053583335243876378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/violation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2053583335243876378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2053583335243876378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/violation.html' title='Violation'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-2703913711152613015</id><published>2008-12-11T09:09:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:10:01.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><content type='html'>I stand at the apex of a bridge&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, as I always do, for your flat smile&lt;br /&gt;To take me down to sea level&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom, Manhattan floats like&lt;br /&gt;An empty egg&lt;br /&gt;The yolk long since washed away&lt;br /&gt;The nutrients of life buried in the brine&lt;br /&gt;Of the Hudson River&lt;br /&gt;The shell, a resting place for the&lt;br /&gt;Microcosm of barnacles and brachiopods&lt;br /&gt;The bottom-feeders and hangers-on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighboring islands rest in the same&lt;br /&gt;Stasis, idly unaware of their status&lt;br /&gt;As platforms for parasites and symbiotes&lt;br /&gt;Each one, a mirror image of the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they were detached from The Body&lt;br /&gt;A single mass of granite stretched forever&lt;br /&gt;With a giant ocean at the center&lt;br /&gt;Molten rock and cooling lava&lt;br /&gt;Transformed into basalt wastelands&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, as I am now, open and ready&lt;br /&gt;For the borers, the diggers, the chemical-makers&lt;br /&gt;To emerge from infant air&lt;br /&gt;The toddlers of the planet&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling over their purpose&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting their baby steps and&lt;br /&gt;Going straight to adolescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great infestation gave way to the&lt;br /&gt;Ones that crawled,&lt;br /&gt;Dug themselves out of the stew&lt;br /&gt;Set claws on cold ground and&lt;br /&gt;Pollinated virgin soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiments of nature took their turn&lt;br /&gt;Each attempting the final success, each failing&lt;br /&gt;To survive meteoric upheaval -&lt;br /&gt;Bony wings gave rise to fur&lt;br /&gt;Variations of every shape and size&lt;br /&gt;The bipedals succeeded at last&lt;br /&gt;As continents, freshly split and ripening,&lt;br /&gt;Continued their steady cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The form was always malleable&lt;br /&gt;Feet for clinging became flat for running&lt;br /&gt;Across plains and ash fields&lt;br /&gt;Brains grew and consciousness emerged&lt;br /&gt;Pulling metal from the elements&lt;br /&gt;Fire from dry wood&lt;br /&gt;Sod houses from dung heaps&lt;br /&gt;Skyscrapers from concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set foot on level ground&lt;br /&gt;I find you, enormous eyes without light&lt;br /&gt;I turn back and see the spires of&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Fading in swiftly-moving twilight&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whose hands crafted steel into&lt;br /&gt;These obtrusive forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by the fragile results of&lt;br /&gt;Time's great experiment&lt;br /&gt;Age will topple these, as well&lt;br /&gt;And they will sink slowly,&lt;br /&gt;A hollow, sodden city&lt;br /&gt;Artificial future residence of&lt;br /&gt;Evolution's best survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 1/04&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-2703913711152613015?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2703913711152613015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/history-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2703913711152613015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/2703913711152613015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/history-lesson.html' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-8796301516568590385</id><published>2008-12-11T09:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:09:41.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Womb</title><content type='html'>I do not miss the womb&lt;br /&gt;Some search forever for that place&lt;br /&gt;The trench shrouded by moss&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be opened with eager fingers&lt;br /&gt;Casually touched and prodded&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in a swamp by weeping willows&lt;br /&gt;The sanctuary waits for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years or ninety – it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;The seeker will find it again and return to ether&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the placenta space, immersed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my womb like a hermit crab&lt;br /&gt;Wears its shell&lt;br /&gt;I drag it from shore to berm, dune to dune&lt;br /&gt;Crying invisibly for shelter I do not seek&lt;br /&gt;Because it is already upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear the earth like a shroud&lt;br /&gt;I smell the soil upon waking each dawn&lt;br /&gt;It settles on me heavily and darkly&lt;br /&gt;Though no one would be tempted to think&lt;br /&gt;I am purely green&lt;br /&gt;I do not have grass for skin or trees for legs&lt;br /&gt;But I myself am a tree&lt;br /&gt;Walking on fleshy roots, skin easily broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not water or fire or wind&lt;br /&gt;I brave the light of summer and the wind of winter&lt;br /&gt;I die each autumn until spring returns and grants life&lt;br /&gt;I am gifted with cycles&lt;br /&gt;Fruitful years and barren decades&lt;br /&gt;I have lived longer than many and I show no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My womb is a fertile crescent&lt;br /&gt;The core of the earth and its heavy metals&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in place as I move&lt;br /&gt;Even when both feet leave the earth at once&lt;br /&gt;They are brought back down again&lt;br /&gt;As if to forget their temporary absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never fly skyward or produce rain&lt;br /&gt;I will never burn mountains bare&lt;br /&gt;Strip the land of its nature&lt;br /&gt;Stoically I remain earthbound, looking inward,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching outward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-8796301516568590385?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8796301516568590385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/womb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8796301516568590385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/8796301516568590385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/womb.html' title='Womb'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-572364172274273177</id><published>2008-12-11T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:09:18.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contortion</title><content type='html'>In my sickness I craved that&lt;br /&gt;The way the light smeared the glass in broken&lt;br /&gt;Veins&lt;br /&gt;Arched up and over like a woman's back&lt;br /&gt;Graceful slender curve&lt;br /&gt;While thunder cracked outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bled out in all directions&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fractures and fractals&lt;br /&gt;Remains of crystals from ice that never came&lt;br /&gt;Delicte white shards of glowing sun&lt;br /&gt;On a day where sun was buried deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell backwards and you were there to catch me&lt;br /&gt;All limbs and heavy weight&lt;br /&gt;Toes and fingers trickled with blood&lt;br /&gt;The splendid pain of injection&lt;br /&gt;Where the plastic tubing entered the site&lt;br /&gt;And you sat for long hours while&lt;br /&gt;The warmth outside did not reach inward&lt;br /&gt;The coldness of my hand spread up through my arm&lt;br /&gt;And the blanket did not warm me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the light was stronger&lt;br /&gt;Emerging from shadows I walked tall&lt;br /&gt;While the light figures dappled over asphalt&lt;br /&gt;Changing shape like bodies without limits&lt;br /&gt;Those who bend and twist without bones&lt;br /&gt;No spinal cord&lt;br /&gt;No fusion&lt;br /&gt;Just flow and melody in their morphing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-572364172274273177?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/572364172274273177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/contortion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/572364172274273177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/572364172274273177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/contortion.html' title='Contortion'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-3471273371720085040</id><published>2008-12-11T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:08:46.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grownup</title><content type='html'>You said you wish you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;When the light was dim but my hair was gold&lt;br /&gt;and the moon was not afraid to drip down on us&lt;br /&gt;while you held me steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less where that time went.&lt;br /&gt;We're older now and none of it matters.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no taller than I was,&lt;br /&gt;no less small, and my hands can still touch you&lt;br /&gt;the way you like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too afraid to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;even when the air left my lungs that day&lt;br /&gt;and I fell sprawling on the sand&lt;br /&gt;and you took me down to watch&lt;br /&gt;the surf battering the shells.&lt;br /&gt;Even in tiny pieces they were sharper than the&lt;br /&gt;dullest blade -&lt;br /&gt;I found my feet bloodied and torn&lt;br /&gt;shreds of skin like confetti where I stood&lt;br /&gt;while the water stole my footprints away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me you could have&lt;br /&gt;had me, anywhere but in the city.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but there,&lt;br /&gt;and I would gladly have&lt;br /&gt;followed you over and under,&lt;br /&gt;crept into your bed at night&lt;br /&gt;just to watch you breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silences I remember, now&lt;br /&gt;how you wanted me then and&lt;br /&gt;why I wanted you,&lt;br /&gt;but none of it matters.&lt;br /&gt;We are grown, and time has done its work on us,&lt;br /&gt;each separate and stilled,&lt;br /&gt;the fire inside breaching the boundaries of&lt;br /&gt;Every truth we ever told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 5/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-3471273371720085040?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3471273371720085040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/grownup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3471273371720085040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/3471273371720085040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/grownup.html' title='Grownup'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-7209659971065565666</id><published>2008-12-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:08:21.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>I've braved the toxicity of your life&lt;br /&gt;Your tainted words&lt;br /&gt;The acid pouring down on me like a torrent&lt;br /&gt;All that rain and no flood, just corrosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the stain you left on me,&lt;br /&gt;Barely breathing in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the weight of your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Fists aimed at me, just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew you were a clone&lt;br /&gt;Repeating what had been done to you&lt;br /&gt;Like it was the most normal thing.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, to threaten my life, fragile as it was then,&lt;br /&gt;Curse it away before it had even been lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew before I pulled the trigger that&lt;br /&gt;I'd misfire tragically, aiming at nothing&lt;br /&gt;While picturing your face.&lt;br /&gt;The sky like a giant target, one cloud,&lt;br /&gt;You, in the center, my bullet flying by,&lt;br /&gt;Just missing your most precious parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate flesh, so vulnerable to the piercing&lt;br /&gt;Blood pumping within, waiting to be freed from&lt;br /&gt;Arterial bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS - 6/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-7209659971065565666?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7209659971065565666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7209659971065565666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/7209659971065565666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-4437287921344317378</id><published>2008-12-11T09:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:07:05.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Laz</title><content type='html'>Floating down this spiral hourglass&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart slows and fears it will stop.&lt;br /&gt;The day comes to an end so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Like carnations gathered for a casket&lt;br /&gt;Thrown down in the dirt to wither slowly&lt;br /&gt;Tiny petals moldering in dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've awakened all my senses to the big picture&lt;br /&gt;Some misfortunes can't be calculated&lt;br /&gt;So precisely&lt;br /&gt;Others are predictable and come when called&lt;br /&gt;The expected deaths, the resurrected ghosts&lt;br /&gt;They're all here with us day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others take us by surprise and shock us&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected loss of friendship&lt;br /&gt;The absence of companionship and love&lt;br /&gt;The sudden fear of forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recall the magic of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I will remember their golden gleam&lt;br /&gt;The intelligent way you held your head&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my every breath&lt;br /&gt;Mingling with yours - the steady breathing&lt;br /&gt;Chest rise and fall, and you on top of me, small&lt;br /&gt;Not heavy, just silent, still and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GSS 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-4437287921344317378?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4437287921344317378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-laz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4437287921344317378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4437287921344317378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-laz.html' title='For Laz'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-1020029712664066892</id><published>2008-12-11T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:06:40.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibal</title><content type='html'>in this crazy swerving world of flesh&lt;br /&gt;i have your bones in my jaws like a caveman&lt;br /&gt;ripping and tearing&lt;br /&gt;tendons and sinew&lt;br /&gt;muscle and fat&lt;br /&gt;skin and blood&lt;br /&gt;all in my vessel mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand over hand i climb down your spine&lt;br /&gt;crawl into your open spaces&lt;br /&gt;reach junctions and pauses inside you&lt;br /&gt;hidden rooms and closed doors&lt;br /&gt;the bed turns itself over and over again&lt;br /&gt;breathing our steam and our fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cannibalistic, this feeding time&lt;br /&gt;i sink into the ritual and bow beneath it&lt;br /&gt;bite marks and crevices&lt;br /&gt;cracks in my teeth&lt;br /&gt;fingernails and hair as smooth as silk&lt;br /&gt;digestible fragments of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to find your voice inside your throat&lt;br /&gt;and the echo of my chaos slides through&lt;br /&gt;empty holes&lt;br /&gt;vocal chords slip through my fingers&lt;br /&gt;your heart with its iron cage&lt;br /&gt;i sit in the dust of your bones and hold only&lt;br /&gt;the things i know&lt;br /&gt;are indigestible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gena Schwam 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-1020029712664066892?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1020029712664066892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/cannibal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1020029712664066892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/1020029712664066892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/cannibal.html' title='Cannibal'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-4672221130990554616</id><published>2008-12-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:07:45.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia</title><content type='html'>It was a sunless morning&lt;br /&gt;Red dawn Texas&lt;br /&gt;Men sealing the fate of their cattle&lt;br /&gt;With red hot iron brands&lt;br /&gt;Fields coated in green down fur&lt;br /&gt;Locked in with electric fences&lt;br /&gt;Women cooking pig meat in oil&lt;br /&gt;Batter bubbling in griddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aluminum bits of your frame&lt;br /&gt;Flew in, crash-landing in their backyards&lt;br /&gt;Before the breakfast mess was cleaned&lt;br /&gt;Before the children hopped their bikes&lt;br /&gt;And sped off to the playgrounds&lt;br /&gt;Fiery unexpected death&lt;br /&gt;Premature burial 40 miles up&lt;br /&gt;Unceremoniously cremated by&lt;br /&gt;Rocket fuel&lt;br /&gt;Streaks of white dust, toxins in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A bacon-scented morning gone awry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made your mark for miles&lt;br /&gt;Bloodlessly screwed down into the earth&lt;br /&gt;With your crew&lt;br /&gt;Your toxins&lt;br /&gt;Your fleeting fame&lt;br /&gt;Your news-worthy attention-grabbing denoument&lt;br /&gt;I mourn for you like the others&lt;br /&gt;Watch the footage of your plummeting end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the TV is off and the day is quiet&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the clouds and realize&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunless morning&lt;br /&gt;And you added light&lt;br /&gt;A metallic sun goes down tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gena Schwam 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-4672221130990554616?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4672221130990554616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/columbia-it-was-sunless-morning-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4672221130990554616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/4672221130990554616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/columbia-it-was-sunless-morning-red.html' title='Columbia'/><author><name>Gena S. Schwam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12264407108697603120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1svByx5HZ4/SUFHJQKaSII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EszaeL0-Lxo/S220/GBoston_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910220663763188123.post-9083409017673637110</id><published>2008-12-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:59:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>This is my opening note on Blogspot. Welcome to Blue Autumn. I keep a personal blog on Livejournal too, but the purpose of this one is strictly for poetry display. I welcome all comments and questions, and anyone else who writes and would like to share their poems. I hope you enjoy. I will try to write as often as I can, but like other artists, my creativity often happens in small bursts, not every day. I'll go with the flow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910220663763188123-9083409017673637110?l=genasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9083409017673637110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/9083409017673637110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910220663763188123/posts/default/9083409017673637110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Gena S. 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