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Charissa Drengsen

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Born
in Auburn, California, The United States
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Fifth generation native Northern Californian. Masters in Transformative Arts. Studied writing with former Stegner Fellow, Thomas Centolella for a decade or so. Published in literary journals throughout North America. Raised a daughter. Artist, teacher, writer, recovery specialist. Obsessed with apocalypse, archetypes, dreams, quantum physics, visual art, film, non-linear storytelling, Charlie Kaufman screenplays, environmental conservatism, human rights, being right sized, walking barefoot in the dark, starlight, boats, living near water, and being relationship challenged.

Requiem for a Child

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In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade





– Theodore Roethke






Psalm





I.





Push her out to sea.  She was broken and can’t be set right.  That girl died the day she was touched.  Whatever girl you were going to be before that day has died and can never be reborn.  So set her adrift on the sea, let the mother take her back to the bosom of the earth wh

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message 70: by Félix

Félix Hey!


message 68: by Meels

Meels Happy Birthday, Sugar!


The Crimson Fucker ok... you got my attention!!! tell me more about this people!

but if you ever meet a person who claims to be possessed by Feanor... ask him to explain how the fuck the spirit of Feanor got out of Mandos' halls! since we all know that he died under The Curse... fuck! he is the one who got Mandos so pissed into making it in the first place!!!



now if you excuse me i'ma go do something non-nerd in order to get what i just said out of my system!!!


The Crimson Fucker scary??? we're adorable!!! you need to be afraid of the ones who will go bananas at me for no using the correct ancient noldor runic spelling!!! those people are freaks!


The Crimson Fucker guahahahah! first person in goodreads to recognize!! and dont be afraid! Feanor809 is just my gametag... why are you afraid thought?


The Crimson Fucker you alive?


message 63: by Jaree

Jaree Francis Greetings from the East Coast, madame

- Jay


message 62: by Félix

Félix I like that one. Thanks, friend.


message 61: by Félix

Félix Weighs heavy. Yup.


message 60: by Félix

Félix I Dreamed My Genesis Dylan Thomas

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking
Through the rotating shell, strong
As motor muscle on the drill, driving
Through vision and the girdered nerve.

From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled
Off from the creasing flesh, filed
Through all the irons in the grass, metal
Of suns in the man-melting night.

Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly
A creature in my bones I
Rounded my globe of heritage, journey
In bottom gear through night-geared man.

I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel
Rammed in the marching heart, hole
In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled
Death on the mouth that ate the gas.

Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest
Of hemlock and the blades, rust
My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing
My second struggling from the grass.

And power was contagious in my birth, second
Rise of the skeleton and
Rerobing of the naked ghost. Manhood
Spat up from the resuffered pain.

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen
Twice in the feeding sea, grown
Stale of Adam's brine until, vision
Of new man strength, I seek the sun.


message 59: by Félix

Félix My pleasure.


message 58: by Félix (last edited Jan 07, 2010 12:25PM)

Félix Ears in the Turrets Hear

Ears in the turrets hear
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables see
The fingers at the locks.
Shall I unbolt or stay
Alone till the day I die
Unseen by stranger-eyes
In this white house?
Hands, hold you poison or grapes?

Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast,
The land lies out of sound
And the hills out of mind.
No birds or flying fish
Disturbs this island’s rest.

Ears in this island hear
The wind pass like a fire,
Eyes in this island see
Ships anchor off the bay.
Shall I run to the ships
With the wind in my hair,
Or stay till the day I die
And welcome no sailor?
Ships, hold you poison or grapes?

Hands grumble on the door,
Ships anchor off the bay,
Rain beats the sand and slates.
Shall I let in the stranger,
Shall I welcome the sailor,
Or stay till the day I die?

Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships,
Hold you poison or grapes?

Dylan Thomas


message 57: by D.

D. Pow once upon a time there was a group of book lovers who were less crazy than a lot of people. they cavorted in a magical land where no unicorns were allowed. then a group of mangy, fleabitten, rabies-encrusted hyenas broke into the safe and happy village, savaging their princess until she was a bitter, cranky, snarling recluse. the people went away from the happy land and madness reigned in the Land of Goodreads for a long, long time

Heh.


message 56: by Félix

Félix Especially When the October Wind

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

Dylan Thomas





message 55: by D.

D. Pow Thanks, Char. Hope all is well with you and you are writing and crafting well.


message 54: by Félix

Félix No that's Larry Bird. I'm not a retired anything yet. Still hoping to live that long.


message 53: by Félix

Félix He probably wishes he were me. Ha ha. His middle initial is E. Mine is C.

He does good work. I'll let hime use the name.


message 52: by Félix

Félix Name dropper. ;)


message 51: by Félix (last edited Sep 09, 2009 09:23PM)

Félix

Pretty as a picture. It does need some rails in front, though.


message 50: by D.

D. Pow Sorry about your dad, missy. Looks like he a good full life though. And if that ain't the point I don't know what is.


message 49: by Félix

Félix I woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
Wasted and worn out.
I woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
Wasted and worn out.
Wishin' my long-lost lover
Will walk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what it's all about.

I was standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Well, my wrist was empty
But my nerves were kickin',
Tickin' like a clock.

If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
You can come to me sometime,
Night time, day time,
Any time you want.

Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm
Too high to fall.
Sometimes I'm thinkin'
I'm Too high to fall.
Other times I'm thinkin' I'm
So low I don't know
If I can come up at all.

Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Though it's funny, honey,
I just don't feel much like a
Scarecrow today.



message 48: by Félix (last edited Aug 30, 2009 12:38PM)

Félix


message 47: by Félix

Félix Ah. So nice.


message 46: by Félix

Félix I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain,
Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye,
Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.
So, planning-heeled, I flew along my man
And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky.


message 45: by Félix

Félix I'm up for that.


message 44: by Félix

Félix A lovely woman you are, Charissa.


message 43: by D.

D. Pow Hey, sister, don't ya know Don is pretty much a Buddhist these days? Damn you, woman! The Dalai Lama and I are coming to Petaluma and we are going to kick your Western ass!


message 42: by Howard

Howard Hey, a fan! PLUS, that picture. Very nice surprise today.


message 41: by Félix

Félix Aw. Sorry. You do has hands full.


message 40: by Félix

Félix Where's Charissa?


Charissa Larry wrote: "It's a cewl hat."

Thanks Larry the Legend!


message 38: by Félix

Félix It's a cewl hat.


Charissa Sherri wrote: "You look wonderful under that hat ;)"

Thanks lovely one!! ::::::gurlkisses:::::


The Crimson Fucker *blush* *teenager giggling* thank you.


message 35: by Félix

Félix I swear! On a stack of Qur'ans!


message 34: by Félix

Félix No, it's just an archaic form of greeting. No ... really.


message 33: by Félix

Félix "What ho!" he proclaimed loudly.


message 32: by Karen

Karen Hey Charissa,
I'm not part of your Axis Mundi group but saw the link you have to the Salon article on suicide within the military and wanted to thank you for bringing it the attention that it deserves. As a survivor of someone who died by suicide (my husband took his life almost three years ago), it means a lot to me that information like this is made public and that everyone does what they can to remedy the situation. Although my husband wasn't in the military, he still suffered from depression and PTSD from situations of his past. The lack of quality mental health available is appalling and I'm glad for people like you who are willing to bring it to attention. I encourage everyone to use their voice to make sure that this is reversed and everyone has access to quality mental health resources.

Take care,
Karen



message 31: by Meels

Meels Happy Late Birthday, darlin! Hope you had some fun!!


message 30: by Meels

Meels Thanks! It was the boy you were meant to notice though. Got engaged this weekend! *squeal* No details yet.


message 29: by Noran

Noran Miss Pumkin Just wanted to stop in and wish you the best of the holiday season! Merry Christmas!-Noran
Hammond,IN :)


message 28: by Félix

Félix it means "don't mention it"

just trying to be polite


message 27: by Félix

Félix pas de quoi.


message 26: by Félix

Félix ... nice picture.


message 25: by Félix

Félix What I meant to say was ....


message 24: by Félix

Félix Nice underwood.


Xysea Great profile photo, kid! :)


message 22: by Andrea

Andrea Kulman Hi & thank you for being a friend on Good Reads!


message 21: by Meels

Meels I'm guessing that is you...but it could be your daughter. You two look VERY much alike, well, from what I could tell of that little side on photo. :)


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