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Sisters of the Page has been on the web since 2007. We have featured the works of Misti Rainwater-Lites, MK Chavez, Judy Brekke and Craig Sernotti.
SOTP is a place where we promote female writers, artists, and photographers. This is our goal and our emphasis however, from time to time, we will open the page to everyone in order to showcase some of their works.
Please feel free to click on our archive for past works. It is located at the bottom of each page. If you have comments, please post them under the artist's work, General comments may be directed to the editor at midulcevida66@gmail.com.
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We hope you enjoy your visit. Thanks for stopping by.
Juliana Vargas
Editor-Sisters of the Page
SOTP is a place where we promote female writers, artists, and photographers. This is our goal and our emphasis however, from time to time, we will open the page to everyone in order to showcase some of their works.
Please feel free to click on our archive for past works. It is located at the bottom of each page. If you have comments, please post them under the artist's work, General comments may be directed to the editor at midulcevida66@gmail.com.
Abusive and deragatory comments will not be tolerated and will be immediately removed.
We hope you enjoy your visit. Thanks for stopping by.
Juliana Vargas
Editor-Sisters of the Page
Sunday, September 30, 2007
two by melissa hansen
The wild god
The wild god hangs with the goats
Because he is in you
I want him in me
Because he can see you
I want him
to see me
I smell him from a distance
my nose
it does not twitch
The wild god hangs with the goats
I am selfish
I want god to dig into me
to bury me
I cry with desire
I burn my skin with fire
My pilgrim lust
I give to one
my bloody
heart
beats
ripe
like sun
The wild god hangs with the goats
I want him
And I think he wants me too
Cold Eve
The fog brews lovingly.
Inches away
the dawn is forced to recede.
Further and further
it lays.
Swept into the night
with nature's black broomed whores
who swallow lovingly.
Melissa Hansen lives in San Francisco where she writes stories and poetry that enjoy lying in swollen notebooks while hiding in dark drawers. Her poetry has been published by Leaf Press, Silenced Press, The Smoking Poet, and The Guild of Outsider Writers. You can contact her here:
www.myspace.com/quicksecret
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