tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76223592008-05-21T17:28:46.948-07:00aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comBlogger388125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-72114321463363798772008-04-28T09:51:00.001-07:002008-04-28T09:51:43.023-07:00

Thanks for reading, but I am closing this blog. Too much Life is getting in the way. :)

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-15717338738408151782008-02-27T18:50:00.000-08:002008-02-27T18:52:10.792-08:00

I have a few newer poems in this issue of Kaleidowhirl. Enjoy!

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-64491122131114683562008-01-29T17:01:00.000-08:002008-01-29T17:02:13.527-08:00

I still see you.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-53621272785849137312008-01-07T20:40:00.000-08:002008-01-07T20:49:27.505-08:00

One of my poems, The Wife, is featured in FourW, an anthology of new writing. I read through my copy and am honored to be included in such a diverse, talented array of international writers. To purchase a copy, click here.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-16347737213142007632008-01-07T20:38:00.000-08:002008-01-07T20:39:32.476-08:00

I have a fan in Phoenix, it would seem.

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Threnody of sleep, the irony of the mine-field. I expect sanctity this time: whisper of a man in a window, sheets into explicit music. I follow the swimming serene, but he is a dirty knife twisting. He opens the window - My eyes adjust to his fall. In this, we want to call out, breathe space, discard land. Instead, I rewind film. I lean in against the glass and say, "Look up, look up." Angles and

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52801533587404514632007-12-04T10:26:00.001-08:002007-12-04T10:32:47.874-08:00

"Who wants to understand the poem; Must go to the land of poetry. -- Goethe"

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-11123679836502068842007-11-28T06:27:00.000-08:002007-11-28T06:28:05.650-08:00

"Uncertainty is the refuge of hope." - Henri Frederic Amiel

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-60111777541834418362007-11-16T07:33:00.000-08:002007-11-17T11:47:20.044-08:00

The germination of coats and papers created soft winged bats, and I swore your eyes blazed like two pieces of coal where they soared. Something temporal floated. A coat held the starved; Was it you? Me? In a jar, an emu egg lodged like a miscarriage. We found so many shells. A tall man rattled the windows with a weathervane; a woman wrapped her hair with peacock feathers, tears.You said it was

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-13838292215213287692007-11-06T10:29:00.000-08:002007-11-06T10:31:34.102-08:00

but barely. I think I left an important part of my psyche there, buried somewhere under pine needles and crow feathers.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52740007543591044022007-10-23T12:24:00.001-07:002007-10-23T12:27:27.791-07:00

two more days....

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-21014011875096726662007-10-23T12:23:00.000-07:002007-10-23T12:24:06.116-07:00

over at the Furnace Review...

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on BlazeVox ... Enjoy, a

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-81845230400859013432007-10-19T10:51:00.001-07:002007-10-19T10:52:01.508-07:00

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-36921041813912749312007-10-11T11:29:00.000-07:002007-10-11T11:30:40.636-07:00

girl and crow things have not been the same since the shine of black feathers reached into her. this is where the world began: his swallowing the cobalt ocean. men come to her parents' home. none tell stories that dance against the fire. with a jawbone, he turns the sky. not an angel comes close to the jet stone she keeps hidden in the fabric of her dress. at night, they become nebulae. what

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-79276097816942107042007-10-05T12:08:00.001-07:002007-10-05T12:10:54.393-07:00

I am heading back to beautiful Arizona at the end of the month. It has been 11 years, and long overdue.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-81606192372199913372007-09-22T11:19:00.000-07:002007-09-22T11:56:15.148-07:00

a little flesh a new sparrow flies from the bowl. it is just an ambition I grow in the dim light. I take your hand, place it on my thigh. it is warm, your hand. it changes skin into feather, feather into floods. an unfamiliar music announces your arrival. I taste the skin of your neck: musk and sadness. I am desperate for it, to see the body in this nest, this wave. what has made you so hard has

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-1956448918769897222007-09-01T08:33:00.000-07:002007-09-01T08:36:58.598-07:00

he wants a white bird a sky a meadow he wants a blood bath a woman who will agree to the gash to the fold and you agreed you wrapped your own wounds stuck the cut in salt bled some more because when he is the night he is like heaven you tremble alone on the dog star while he hunts with your hair wrapped like pearls around his knife the blood of a thousand animals fresh on his tongue he wants a

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-64703083701437972732007-08-31T07:02:00.001-07:002007-09-04T11:13:47.088-07:00

The reception for Extinct was fantastic -- a pretty good turnout, too. Thanks for the well wishes!

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-25630893167588018862007-08-20T08:55:00.000-07:002007-08-20T08:56:28.287-07:00

on Literary Tonic. Click here to read.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-67346072899012349682007-08-10T08:05:00.000-07:002007-08-10T08:09:21.850-07:00

If you are on a PC, just right click and save the image. If you are on a Mac, drag and save to your desktop. Show opens on August 27th - Sept 16. The reception is scheduled for Thursday, August 30th, 7 pm - 10 pm. Hope to see you there! Email me at aleahsato@hotmail.com for directions/info.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-65192345290018503842007-08-03T08:36:00.000-07:002007-08-03T08:37:20.203-07:00

Are now live on Shadow Train. Click here to read.

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-12562336251707295532007-07-26T06:00:00.000-07:002007-07-27T07:46:01.546-07:00

Sign petition, repost this & help save Arizona sacred sites Here’s an urgent online petition to help protect Apache Leap and numerous other sacred sites from desecration by copper mining. The land in question is part of the ancestral lands of the sovereign Native Nations of the Apache, Yavapai, Hopi, and O’Odham. These Nations have not given permission for this land to be mined— and yet, there

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52108525252221768732007-07-24T16:00:00.001-07:002007-07-24T16:00:49.945-07:00

Hmmm...

aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-58848154624466238982007-07-07T14:29:00.000-07:002007-07-10T07:50:38.720-07:00

The matter was corrected, and you can now view the poem here: Sorrowland. Cheers, a

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