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Christine Timm
christinemtimm@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Christine Timm is a NYC based performance poet. At the Bowery Poetry Club in downtown Manhattan, she coproduces and cohosts the monthly NYC College Slam, the Bowery Kids entertainment series, and the Love Poetry/Hate Racism events. She also coproduces and cohosts the Lit Series at Smalls Jazz Club in the West Village and the Westchester County Poetry Slam. She is Associate Professor of English at Westchester Community College where she teaches composition, poetry, and creative writing and produces the Poets and Writers series. She holds a Ph.D. in English from the City University of New York.

Visit Christine on the web here: www.myspace.com/christine_timm and here www.christinetimm.com

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Christine Timm and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Later Man...

He died in the morning
so we wouldn’t have to wait all day
for the famous final gasps,
the last battle cry
letting us know he’s seen
a broad sparkly gate,
or a comfy white cloud,
or a twinkle-eyed fellow
in blowy brown robes.
So we waited,
chins raised
eyebrows poised.
But when he screamed out
“there’s backgammon here!”
the eyebrows fell
knowing he didn’t play backgammon
knowing he never liked board games
knowing we’d probably have to wait a lifetime
to hear what that’s all about.


Fit to be Tied

Strangled by heart strings
12 seconds from a really good excuse
a greeting card romantic
pulling roses from billowy shirt sleeve.
You could choke on vile aroma.
The petals thin skinned
streaming crimson,
thorns shearing butterfly wings
those nasty things
giving flight to wild desires
and fancy flings
the pirate ship,
the mermaid barbeque,
the snow kissed mountain,
the moon juice dripping
from a closed mouth grin
blocking the parade
just inches apart
close to the heart
so close you can smell it,
the bloody egg and bacon breakfast
her dreams on toast
with a shot of bourbon.

Melanie Browne
stvnmel@hotmail.com

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Melanie Browne Is a stay at home mom to 3 wonderfully unique children. Her middle child is autistic and his struggle for words inspires her to create . A former art teacher, she lives in Houston with her wonderful husband Stephen. She has recently discovered a love of poetry. She is inspired by writers and poets and cherishes her personally signed copy of Buckdancer's choice by James Dickey.

Visit Melanie on the web here: badpantomime.blogspot.com

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Melanie Browne and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Happiness

I wish Happiness
Came in a salt shaker
And I could salt my wrist
Or maybe
my eggs
I could shake it on a lime
And squeeze it in a Corona
Or lick it off a salt lick like a deer.


A Man With No Teeth Serves Us Breakfast | I'd Like to Bake Your Goods | Stolen Mummies | Brendan Constantine is My Kind of Town
Up Liberty's Skirt | Feeding Holy Cats | Mowing Fargo
| I'm a Jew, Are You? | Lizard King of the Laundromat | I Am My Own Orange County
Paris: It's The Cheese
| Poetry Super Highway | Judaic Links | Rick's Bookmarks | Cobalt Poets
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