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  Marceline White was born on Thanksgiving day in California in 1966. At birth, it was noted that she had lovely ears—small, set close to her head, well-formed and pearly pink. She is a poet, writer, artist and activist living with her son in Baltimore, Maryland in a ramshackle house with two cats and a random assortment of dying goldfish. Her poetry has appeared in The Hartford Review, TM Poetry Review, BLuR and A 9/11 Anthology. She loves flarff poetry as well and has performed it in character in Northampton, MA. Her research and writing on gender and trade has been published widely including articles or chapters in Global Issues: Women and Justice; Oxfam Gender and Development Journal: Gender, Development and Trade; and Trading Women’s Health and Rights. She still has very nice ears.  


Spring 2007

Table of Contents - Vol. III, No. 1

Poetry    Translations    Interview    Essays    Fiction    Book Notes & Reviews

 

Marceline White

 

I love the lost boys


The creative geniuses
In the stovepipe jeans
With the raw, hungry look.

The bright boys with
Big words and ideas
Who philosophize
Make me swoony.
I drink their words, ideas in like
Some love-lush; some word whore.

I throw myself into them
A project that I never tire of..
Filling their great need
With all of myself
Until I sit in the pocket
Of their stovepipe jeans
A torn, frayed remnant
Chanting “Love me, love
Me” in morse code
While they sit
Smoking cloves and
Reading Sartre.

 

© Marceline White

Poetry    Translations    Interview    Essays    Fiction    Book Notes & Reviews

   
     

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