ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
To those who've seen my old description, I'm sure you'll be pleased to see a refreshing lack of arrogance. If you missed it, sucks to be you. I'm a free-lance writer and barrista from the Midwest. I'm still trying to get more of my poetry and fiction on here, so be patient. In the meantime, please post reviews; I love reading what you all think. Write me email too, I need new victims.. er... friends. As usual, welcome to my madness, and happy reading. [February 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (6) Bodies At Rest (Poetry) I lost this piece some months ago; searched all over, couldn't find it anywhere... It's funny how life works. Just about the same time I finally got over the girl who inspired it, I found it in the s... [54 words] [Relationships] Crimes Of Love - In Three Acts (Poetry) This piece descibes the little deaths we string together- and call a lifetime. [297 words] Faded Edges (Poetry) Read "Bodies at Rest" first. It helps to keep the time-line in order. [154 words] [Relationships] Jim's Lament (Poetry) A Cainite describes his existance... (Please do not correct my languages. No Latin was actually used against its will.) [104 words] [Fantasy] Rachaela (Poetry) This poem is old, more so even than I. At the time, I thought it was possible to find myself in someone else. Such is the nature of being lost. We will cling to anything, and think it a true North. No... [429 words] Unsolicited (Poetry) There are some journeys one never wishes to take. This is one of them. [161 words]
Walking In Tides A J Magy
I walked along the beach and watched the tide come in and out
and turned my eyes to the moon to see the strings by which she pulled the waves, and turned my eyes to the cliff where a lone wolfe stood and called his greeting.
I howled in response to find that I was he and turned my face to
the moon once more, basked in her glory which shone down
beside me and became a beautiful she-wolfe and we ran into the woods and hunted together
in the warm luminescent glow and ran to the water to find
the strings and streams of moon beams by which she exerts her gentle power over the ebb and flow.
The moon in her majesty must yield way to the sun and we watched it rise together
and newborn into the daylight,
licked clean by the waves,
I lay down upon the shore with her beside me, and dreamed that I was a man.
READER'S REVIEWS (4) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I like this one, it was very visual and with a nice twist in the end, left this reader wanting more! " -- Monte, USA.
" #1 Title: Excellent. #2 Spelling and Grammatical errors: There’s that wolfe thing again, you gotta be British. #3 Opinion: Clear as far as a poem about a guy changing into a wolf can be. #4 Suggestions: None. " -- JA St.George.
"Hmmmm, sounds like something I once wrote ;-)" -- Rachel.
"Ahh, my muse makes herself known again... I think I may still have the poem you're refering to. Looking at it... nope, totally different. Just accept that you're the moon, and let it go at that. *Walks away muttering about getting caught in the act...*" -- AJ Magy.
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