<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:04:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Alternate Form</title><description>Cybele works better knowing her poetry is safe from random crashes and the whims of technology</description><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-8952383521130588326</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T16:04:55.763-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>November PAD snark</category><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Poetic Asides Daily Writing PromptMaybe It's ClicheMaybe we could meet for coffee.    Maybe we’ll have lunch next week. Maybe we should go on a ‘real’ date. Maybe it’s time we took this to the next level. Maybe I’ll make breakfast for you. Maybe you’re The One. Maybe it was Love At First Sight. Maybe we were meant for one another. Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe I’m crazy. </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8952383521130588326</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-249565098809540475</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T09:43:26.628-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>PAD</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ordinary</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>November</category><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia * 2 Promts: 2fer 2sday; positive poem and negative poemNegative poemin reversed shades of orange and grey ghostly images revealmore of the image-takerthan of the souls she steals3 November 2009Positive poemFor my morning tinkleI must take care to sprinklethis judgemental little stickI tell myself I do not carewhich symbol is revealedbut my internal bravadodoesn’t drown the </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#249565098809540475</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-8763760269362508884</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T09:45:03.887-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>PAD</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>snark</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Poetry Prompt Link is now unfutzed.Location of ImportancePrize Inside!Expiration Date On Lid.Recipes at OurWebsiteDotCom.Nutrition Information On Side (Asterisk: * means 'see elsewhere for disclaimer')Processed at a plant that also processes peanutsBox Tops for EducationMail-In Rebate!(this ingredient) has been associated with (this effect) in laboratory testsSee Back For </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8763760269362508884</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-7990133457637779167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T14:05:39.629-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *2009 NOVEMBER PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGEThe second annual November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge begins on November 1 at my Poetic Asides blog. Throughout the month of November, I'll provide the prompts (and my own attempts at poems); you respond with your own poem in a super inspiring and supportive writing atmosphere. Then, poets spend the month of December revising and </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7990133457637779167</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-7352595461701059815</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T21:32:05.416-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *TODAY I ASK, REMEMBER MOST MY LAUGHUNBROKEN ARE LOVE BONDS WE CANNOT SEEDEAREST FRIENDS, KNOW AMONG YOU I DO PASSYET EVEN STILL, IN CLOUDS AND HILLS AND TREES          Thursday, 7 August 2008</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7352595461701059815</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-4962545086984757420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T17:44:19.074-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Nouns, A Shorthand LanguageWhen I sayVolkswagon Mac Birkenstock, youconjure an image in your mind, which may evensupply a scent of burning contraband, which Iommitteddeliberately. If I sayManolo Jaguar Winebar, the picture isdifferent, and accompanied by the aroma of Botoxor siliconeor both.Minivan Khaki Ponytailpaints another portrait, as doesEyeliner Fishnet Piercing, </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4962545086984757420</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1142391226610696040</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T16:49:14.522-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *For Violet Glaze. . . (or, Harpie vs Gorgeous, made in Japan) ("Our Corsets, Our Selves," Feature, Jan. 2)It is hard(I know)to feel beautiful whenyour main accessory isbaby spit-upand your fragranceis poo.Hard to remember yourlovelinessin stained sweatpantsaccidentally decorated witha useddiaper, accidentally lefton the sofa, tapes unclosedaccidentally.Your Gorgeous will </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1142391226610696040</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-6419603163168588111</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-28T09:04:38.201-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Possessive: Own Iteye's corner,mirror's edge:my mother's naked breast?body's mine;older than it's been.</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6419603163168588111</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-115773624949965817</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-08T13:24:09.513-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Water’s EdgeI am not the oceannor the sand beside it.I am not grasses rooted in a duneto wave in gentle breezes orthrash in violent storms.I am not a warm tidal pool harboringinvisible creatures.I am not a tiny burrowing crabor the bird that scuttles after itseeking a meal.I am not a weathered clapboard housewatching the surf with window eyes.I am not footprints washed away.I</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115773624949965817</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-115769585896816297</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 06:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-08T02:10:58.986-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Off Your MedsI never know what you’ll say to me becausesometimes you letyourself run outon purpose.11 August 2006 #8True StoryI went to a rib housethough I’m a vegetarian. I ordered salad. Thejailbait waitressnever mentioned bacon bitsand they were real.I braked to avoid a damn squirrel. My right rearhubcap flew offand killed it anyway. Plus Ilost the hubcap.I was at a poetry</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115769585896816297</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-115609152715527496</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T12:32:07.166-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Perfect PartsAt  5’ 10, you’re perfect, for I can lean my head against your shoulder, inhale the skin of your neck.When I reach to drape thischain of daisies and then my armsaround you, I do not strain but have armleftover to skim down your spineand scratch that place, yes that onejust there.If I were to wrap my legaround your calfI will not feel like a little monkey climbing</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115609152715527496</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-115434849941202562</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-31T08:21:39.480-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>.....got some catching up to do.....Friday the 28th of July, I went to a poetry reading in Annapolis with Open Mike. I was asked on the spot to be a Featured Poet. This is the second time that this has happened. I am now scheduled to be Featured Poet at Ahh, Coffee on August 25th, and at the Pour House in Westminster the second Saturday in September, in the evening.  I wrote three poems while I </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115434849941202562</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-115426288503031565</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-30T08:34:45.083-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Photographing God in Japanby TruthNinja MasaManiAMasaManiAHey, Look! This man is shining! He must be GOD!No, see precisely, shining is not him. Neon is shining. He just in the neon. He is just a human.(taking photo is scareful thing this is the reason I run away after shooting before caught and kicked by ass.) But, look him from front, He seem GOD.No way! He is smoking. GOD </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115426288503031565</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-114727476841031047</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-10T11:26:08.410-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *SweatA tooth pushesbetween my lips, probing its wayinto my palm, bloody andwet with spitand after it anotherand another, and three more togetheras though the only thing holding my teethin my mouth isthe pressure of oneupon the others.My palm is fullof glossy bony bitsand I scramble madlyin my mind for the numberof the dentist's office, wonderingif I can find, open, dial my </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114727476841031047</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-114727448251128411</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-12T12:42:51.950-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Doctor FrankenpoetAnd so into this boxthis bright white boxof plastic, I put themmy tiny darlingsmy little gemsseal them hermetically with a click oflatexed finger.In cryogenic storagethey will sleepmy precious poemsuntil I in mystarched and snowy(thus free of any evil)labcoatcall them forth to tinkerand sprinkle themwith handfuls of commasa dash of dashfiddle with their code-pendant clausesmix </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114727448251128411</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-114494350602177032</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-13T11:59:05.510-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *When Ho Chi Minh Went To ParisWhen Ho Chi Minh went to Parishe rented a room for twentyfive years. He did notlearn to smokefilterless cigarettes or drinkred red wine or wearall black with panacheand a beret.When people asked HoChi Minh whyhe was in Paris he hadno ready replyas he was a sailornot a schoolteacher and hisfather knewno French.No one knows if Ho ChiMinh was a fan </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114494350602177032</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-114494280384536136</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-13T11:40:03.856-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Double EdgeorHello, My Name Is ADDerol TMOften people tell mewhen I’m onmedicationI remember things even when I don’t write them down.I interrupt less- them and myself, as Iam prone to “Oh, and...” conversationswhich sometimes wanderback to where they started.When I am insulting, it’s no longeraccidental, they say, and I ‘sequence’ betterwhich I’m not surewhat that means or </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114494280384536136</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-114493712792272597</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-31T08:30:45.373-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Jennie SaysI like chocolateandfresh cocoanutred wine oystes andsilk stockingssilk chemisesbut no panties at allItalian leather shoes- soft!Bandolino- don’t bother mewith Naturalizer or(shudder) Hush Puppiessandals or barefootbright red paint on my pedicured toes.Naked hands-I should have hairline cracksalong my knuckles by all rights but I use moisturizer that runsseventy six</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493712792272597</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-113933033372964271</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-07T11:38:53.740-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>...the refrigerator speaks, IIBlack life blood sings me frantichot fiddle shots scream beauty through my headshine boiling goddessbitter is the music.*****Blow garden visionwet flood heave spray spring purple mistwatch parting winter*******Pink light licks at dayanticipate lusty worship ofluscious bare feet and legsgirls showing honey petal skin</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113933033372964271</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-113198768225942515</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-14T12:01:22.263-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>...the refrigerator speaks...(1)puppy shake lickpant drool spraysmear playSTOP.(2)hot honey waterbitter boilingdrunk on wet tongue music(3)womanfluff your chocolate hairpeach summer smell knife me delerious #30Haiku for BuddahPatGraceful white crane swingswrecking ball at shattered frameconcrete flies like leaves.Why I Married HimDid you... (fill in the blank) becausehis response ismmmhmm, sure, </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198768225942515</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-113052774455685162</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-29T18:29:48.456-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Every GenerationEd Norrisis described by CityPaper(which, parenthetically,describes itself as Baltimore'sFree Alternative Weekly)as The Thing That Wouldn't Crawl Away And Die becauseEd Norrishas a higher profile nowthan when he wasPolice Commisionerhigher now thanwhen he was on trialfor using slush fund moneyon fancy meals and illicitwomen whichis what I always thoughta slush</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052774455685162</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-112986417973607141</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-20T23:09:39.743-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* sic semper shitheads *Memory ClusterMy mother looks atherself in therearview mirror, applying lipstick as she drives, eyesdarting from road to mirror to road. Witha quick flick of wrist, sheflips the mirror so I can see my face. Her eyes, reversed, meet mine,reversed, and she flashes her quirky grin atme because I’mhelping her toput on lipstick, just as I help myfather shave, pulling faces that</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112986417973607141</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-112914320257732352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-12T17:37:00.356-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *What?You bring to mea steaming stoneware vesselfilled with potable alertnessdark as bitter chocolatetwice as rich.Thick earthy fragranceinvigorates my inhaleI smile and sip smokey freshbrewed joe hand groundby you, my wholesome hero.You wink at me, then turnand walk away.  x  x  xWhat kind of third-rate joint is this that Idon't even geta refil?12 October 2005</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112914320257732352</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-112907642954627141</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-11T20:23:41.753-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>* amor vincit omnia *Rejecting ValuesI should wear sunscreenslow downthink before I speak and Ishouldput on a sweaterdrink my milkwash my hands for one whole minuteand Ishouldcut my caloric intakelower my cholesteraleliminate sugar and caffineas though life without frozenchocolate covered cheesecakeon a stickcould be called a life at all andI should watchmy weight and exercizequit smoking andeat </atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112907642954627141</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-112855417086518730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-05T19:16:10.873-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Final StanzaI stopped at fourty-fourbecause you didn't move me anymore, and yetI find I lie, forI suppose that this one countsas fourty-five.12 September 2005</atom:summary><link>http://cybbiewrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112855417086518730</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cybele)</author></item></channel></rss>