December 1-7, 2003: Lisa Allender and James L. Smith


week of December 1-7, 2003



Lisa Allender and James L Smith


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Lisa Allender
originalsylvie@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

Lisa Allender is an actress who lives in the Atlanta area, and is Host of several Open Mics She began writing seriously in 1996, and was published immediately She will direct the”Three-Day-Jam-A-Thon”(or, for the terminally hip, the”3D Jam”) which will happen from Friday, January 9th-Sunday, January 11th, 2004! 48 Hours, NONSTOP, of POETRY!! Open Mic, featured authors, speakers, workshops, Theatre Pieces, Music, Artwork! Lisa wishes to thank her family for all their encouragement!

The following work is Copyright © 2003, and owned by Lisa Allender and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

The French are Famous For

We walked amid tourists at the tower
the one he called “ugly, infamous “
“Let’s go to St Denis “
“It’s dangerous,” he warned We arrived
A model, Monique
showed no fashion sense
Vanilla ice cream dream woman
needed no clothes
blonde rain fell over her shoulders
spilled down her back
as I instructed her in weak French
to watch us as we watched her
“Deux,” she whispered
“Two?” I asked
“Use two,” he explained Two fingers went inside of me
She was speaking more French
my vulva understood
all her pretty words She fell back upon her yellow blanket
fondled those sighing breasts
gentled two fingers into her own inner flesh,
and I, so American, asked to see
“More, More “
I shuddered and watched her dress
tight against her ass
imagined her naked again
and asked for her real name and if she wanted coffee?
We walked her to the metro
I waved goodbye and ran to hold
Van Gogh in my eyes
“The blue room at Arles”
at Musee d’Orsay It was dark as we reached Montmarte There were no warm towels,
just an inattentive staff
the French are famous for
no service
but only in the hotels.


James L Smith
Johannaparis@aol.com

Bio

James Smith originally from New York is now a Colorado poet and screenplay writer His poetry is published in many Journals, anthologies and magazines throughout the U.S and Europe. 

The following work is Copyright © 2003, and owned by James L Smith and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Blank page

Trying to see further
Through a consensus of right and wrong
Looking for a truly blank page
Your mascara drips between my legs
You are focused
Deadly inspiration


Emily

Writing notes to yourself
On cocktail napkins

On you’re way to San Francisco
In your new red
Convertible

You said it was our duty
To see all we can
And show others through art

We were alone when we talked
Clamoring glasses and bruting voices
Replaced with every word you spoke

You read my poem
You had to leave soon

You were springtime on a bar stool
Drinking bourbon