http://lisa.shao.org/ Writing and Poetry by Lisa Colon-Shao. en-us jay@shao.org 2003-12-19T17:14:11-05:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/artwork/puggy.html 131@http://lisa.shao.org/ Artwork 2003-12-19T17:14:11-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/the_world_tree.html My eyes aboard your massive beauty crane to scan your tangled trellis, sprouting a thousand green sails on your wing leaf mane. You may as well be Yggsdrasil with squirrels gay and romping root to root, messengers afoot. The dirt... 105@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:30:35-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/the_hawk_among_the_races.html Like a stone castle to its base he is bound to the branch, they watch the billion synchronized eyes staring up for that gnarly mantle on which he sits chest high, he meets their massive gaze through wayward limbs and... 104@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:30:06-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/abstract_snow_day.html Small boy mitten-clad shuffles feet in wall niche Outside snow digs deeply Upstairs firewall painterly artist's loft ponders wounded squirrel-man Outside snow digs deeply... 103@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:29:34-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/the_rising.html A raw morning awakens, dewy and irritable, to the gradual holler of the crisp yellow shell. The fire is lit and beneath the seat of the grass the ground wriggles, beckoned by beak and claw, set off by the rising.... 102@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:28:13-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/gypsy_money.html Bottle tops and golden tipped espadrilles belly dance chocolate spun kettle corn eaten in blue sedan jalopy or gleaming Lincoln Town car Smooth speech and raffle handed handiness foreign sheets and street side performances truth tucked in fire-resistant bottles next... 101@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:27:26-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/the_commute.html Milo Blah fails wonderfully as he moves to shake the life out of sprigs and miniature leaves while hulking heavy-handed cliches to a Tuesday morning meeting. He cannot wait to trace his way home to his decorative suburban den for... 100@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:26:50-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/more_botox_please.html A Hefty helping of ingredient X for this seaweed wrapped heiress, sacrifices teeming through chic wallets and fragile bones, yet still injects her macrobiotic lunch and shifts a lasic eye toward the gold rimmed piping hot waitress with buns of... 99@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:26:04-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/alice_in_underland.html Lemon haired pumpkin hued maiden wooed by shiny loot tailed a rather rancid hare in bowler hat sifting air for that silver silhouette, Cartier. Huffed puffed even, rowed red rotting oars through River Styx where she opened a tab only... 98@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-12-09T14:25:13-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/credo.html I believe in American dreams, fraught with hallucination, plagued by imagination, rustled and wriggling seams. With regard to dreams, I believe bigger is much more beautiful. I believe boredom is a wretched waste of freedom and I believe I’m done... 69@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-10-25T22:53:34-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/the_rising.html A raw morning awakens, dewy and irritable, to the gradual holler of the crisp yellow shell. The fire is lit and beneath the seat of the grass the ground wriggles, beckoned by beak and claw, set off by the rising.... 68@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-10-25T22:48:48-05:00 http://lisa.shao.org/archives/poetry/mirrored_faces.html Those pleading eyes Those gunshot upset bleeding eyes Those half-assed promising lazy eyes Those lying eyes Those needy eyes Those sweet-talking smooth walker steamy eyes Those high-strung eyes Those strung out eyes Those beefed up chest out stubborn eyes Those... 67@http://lisa.shao.org/ Poetry 2003-10-25T22:35:24-05:00