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Hear Amie perform her original poetry and a few old favotites from Sept. 10, 2005 -- Salon hosted by Patrick Soluri

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Dancing in the Suds

Rainbows on the dryer doors,
Swirling clothes dancing
in celebration for cleanliness.
Pots of gold at the end
of the rainbows reside inside.
At night leprechauns
inherit the treasures of pocket change.

-Amie M

She strides above the rabbit and the cat,

Like a noble figure, out of the sky.

-Wallace Stevens

Fire in the Hills

Roaring sounds
like draperies whipping around in the wind
The crackle in the fireplace
The flicker of a candle
cinders glow before a final pop,
and fade away.

Fire in the hills
Blackening the skies
Smoke perfumes the air
The morning mist disguises
the ever-multiplying charred skeletons
of yesterday's yellow-green chaparral.

-Amie M

La Brea Tarpits

Primordial ooze in the city
Gassy bubbles popping
Secrets surfacing in expanding rings.

Along the path, a white clad goddess plays new age,
Amongst the beasts, one brave woman is found.

This is Wilshire,
Prehistoric BMWs are mammoths
petrified behind glass.

-Amie M

1987

After school we drive through rush hour.
Get home, watch TV cartoons and eat an afternoon snack.
Back in the car for an evening rendezvous
as the pink glow sets into night.

On the freeway, all that is seen ahead,
a sea of coupled red lights.
Coming from the other direction,
an identical sea of white.

Where we're headed doesn't matter,
the car and the freeway are the purpose.
The black night desires us to play Fifties rock.
Mentally we're at a sock hop.
Remembering the hot afternoon
loved the soothing sounds of orchestras.

The rendezvous was the drive,
and so home again we arrive.
The outing was relaxing, soothed our anxious souls.

It must be time to leave this place.
No more boulevards or billboards, or endless strip malls.
No long commutes to near destinations, no ambiguous shopping.
It's time for change, like thirst we will follow.

-Amie M