Sign in with Facebook
more photos (8)
Charissa’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Charissa’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
Charissa Drengsen’s Followers (125)
147 books
|
68 friends
2,854 books
|
125 friends
768 books
|
1,827 friends
5,884 books
|
4,803 friends
1,461 books
|
2,075 friends
485 books
|
266 friends
3,165 books
|
5,001 friends
3,073 books
|
454 friends
More friends…
Charissa Drengsen
Goodreads Author
Born
in Auburn, California, The United States
Website
Genre
Influences
Barbara Kingsolver, Toni Morrison, e. e. cummings, Tennessee Williams,
...more
Member Since
October 2007
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/dakinigrl
Spoons
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI have too many opinionsAbout spoonsTo be truly happyOn even the average day.Someone lobotomize me,So I can be like them,Choking on miles of soft cock,And calling it ferocious.I mumble around the edges,And fail to fake itBelievably. No matter howStupid I become from bashingMy brains against the brick wallOf other people’s
Read more of this blog post »
|
Steampunk Tarot Pocket Companion
—
published
2012
—
2 editions
|
|
|
Artemis Speaks
—
published
2009
|
|
|
Pictorial Key to the Steampunk Tarot
|
|
* Note: these are all the books on Goodreads for this author. To add more, click here.
Charissa’s Recent Updates
“Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.”
―
―
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
― The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
“Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.”
―
―
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
―
―
“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
― The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx
― The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx
Axis Mundi X
— 132 members
— last activity Feb 14, 2010 08:52AM
Better to die, and sleep The never-waking sleep, than linger on And dare to live when the soul's life is gone. Do not stand at my grave and weep; I a ...more
Zombies!
— 2814 members
— last activity Oct 26, 2025 04:29PM
For all those ready to battle the zombie hordes.
Apocalypse Whenever
— 13840 members
— last activity 3 hours, 10 min ago
The most active group for apocalyptic and dystopian stories! Join a monthly book discussion, get recommendations, or just tell us if you like canned p ...more
Haaave Ya Met...
— 1174 members
— last activity May 20, 2025 12:03AM
Networking for authors, beta readers, editors, reviewers, and book bloggers.
The F-word
— 5756 members
— last activity Apr 15, 2025 09:52PM
This is our reading group for anybody who loves to read and identifies as a feminist. We'll be reading a variety of books that may fall into one of th ...more
Comments (showing 17-66)
post a comment »
message 66:
by
Félix
Aug 16, 2012 08:08PM
Hey!
reply
|
flag
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!!!
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!
guahahahah! first person in goodreads to recognize!! and dont be afraid! Feanor809 is just my gametag... why are you afraid thought?
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.
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
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 timeHeh.
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
Thanks, Char. Hope all is well with you and you are writing and crafting well.
No that's Larry Bird. I'm not a retired anything yet. Still hoping to live that long.
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.
Pretty as a picture. It does need some rails in front, though.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Hey, a fan! PLUS, that picture. Very nice surprise today.
Larry wrote: "It's a cewl hat."Thanks Larry the Legend!
Sherri wrote: "You look wonderful under that hat ;)"Thanks lovely one!! ::::::gurlkisses:::::
*blush* *teenager giggling* thank you.
No, it's just an archaic form of greeting. No ... really.
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
Just wanted to stop in and wish you the best of the holiday season! Merry Christmas!-NoranHammond,IN :)
it means "don't mention it"just trying to be polite
Hi & thank you for being a friend on Good Reads!
I'm sorry your pneumonia is back, Charissa. I hope you feel better soon!
You are a bit over due for something no? I keep checking my inbox but there is nothing in there… no numbers even… not a one.There is no 3,465, or 11,239. Nope empty. I wonder if you put as much effort into writing as you put into flattering RA; how many books would you have published? ;)
I give up… what the hell is that on you head?