Getting to know me just a little bit more through my poems.

To reveal a little bit about myself, I'm beginning by posting two of my personal favourites, out of all the poems I've written since 2000.

The first piece, "Her Imperial Majesty, the Czarina of Snoot," is a touch cheeky, a bit like me, in the face of certain annoying, unavoidable situations... and, perhaps, yes, a few annoying, unavoidable people. You just have to laugh these situations and individuals off, and give them the appropriate place in the trashbin of your mind.

The second piece, "Satisfying," gives a glimpse into the end of a love affair, and one party's triumphant attainment of closure, on her own terms. As you'll soon see, much of my poetry centers around the subject of love and its different stages. I thought it would be a little different to start from the end, the heartbreak and closure, than from the beginning, the ecstacy and novelty.

Enjoy.

Her Imperial Majesty, the Czarina of Snoot

Won't look, what a bore!
Oh, my nose is stuck in my
perceived importance.

Over my circle
I think I preside. Queen of
what I say matters.

Can't allow you in.
Won't even pretend I'm nice.
You simply don't count.


So here's my slogan:
"In Exclusivity We
Trust!" Remember it.

Satisfying

How I built you up
to such heroic proportions
I cannot begin to comprehend

When a man
simply a man
if at all one
grew in my mind
to something almost mythical

An honourable and romantic creature.

I was as much blinded
by illusion of what wasn't
as I was intent on feeding my imagination
with my own lies

Right now
with no preamble
Smack-dab in daytime's harsh light

I realize

With not a small amount of glee
your charms
my make-believe
hold me in no thrall
not anymore not ever again

So here you stand
once more
Mere mortal
not even that

Quite reduced is my regard for you

Now that I'm finally seeing clearly

You are
bite-sized
really

This is where I snatch you up
and chew
dwelling on the bitter
unsatisfying taste
of your truth
before I
spit you right back out.

Pleased as punch, to borrow an often-used phrase.

I don't really know what being pleased and the qualities of punch have to do with one another, no matter, I'm still excited and very pleased to finally have a blog to call my own. What would one hope to see here at EchoPsyche2 (EP2)? Hopefully, the same things that people had found (and enjoyed) at EP2's predecessor that bears the same name (hence the "2"). That would pretty much be previews of my highlighted poetry, some commentary, which I fondly called "Echo's Noteworthies" on the previous site, and updates on me-- what writing projects I've been working on recently, and what I've doing to keep myself occupied (OK, not so much on the latter). I intend this to fun, interactive, welcoming to anyone who finds themselves curious, so please be as intellectual, as straightforward, as silly as you please. Serious comments on my work, among other things, are welcome. So are comments simply posted for the purpose of saying "hello." I really hope so begin some stimulating back and forths that could potentially be beneficial to my writing.

Take good care.