Writings

I want a house with a glass roof,
The sky a reminder of the infinite,
Where Van Gogh can sneak his stars
Across the horizon of my make-believe,
And the edge of the birch tree
Can bend the hands of his limbs to invite me.

I want a house with mirror-glassed windows,
So I can forever walk the rooms naked,
A naturalist in my toes, tanned of sun,
I’d fill the rooms of my flesh, careless
The intrusion of a peeping Tom,
Eyes level to my summer lover, secrets shared.

I want a house built on stilts, apparition in air,
The sills filled with pink-candied hearts,
where the hummingbird dips her head to taste,
Lazy Boy recliner by the kitchen picture window
Where I can rest my hands to catch the rain,
Mediterranean falling through my fingers.

I want my living room to house a rose garden,
No harsh carpet to burn my heels or knees,
A few scattered dandelions, daffodils, sunflowers,
only the tender breeze of my breath to touch their petals.
Leather couch my center stage, a literati display
Where poets like Anne Sexton can sit barefoot,
Marlboro dangling, words falling, incarnating.

Stacy Lynn Mar is a twenty-something poet who also dabbles in the occasional piece of fiction. She has been published in various e-zines, some including The Beat and Mastodon Dentist. She was also published three years annually in her college literary magazine, The Cut-Thru Review. Stacy currently has published one book, titled Anonymous Confessions, and expecting the release of her second book, titled Deeper Than Pink, in Summer of ‘09. She is also editor of the e-zine Muse Cafe Quarterly. She loves nothing more than a tall glass of tea and some good literature! You can learn more about Stacy and her writing at www.stacylynnmar.com

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