s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Comments about s./j. goldner

  • Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (4/12/2012 3:09:00 AM)

    guess you don't accept PMs. was just remembering you, and thought I'd see how you're doing. feel free to find me.

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    Hope you're doing well.

    Jake

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  • Mary X (4/30/2010 6:04:00 PM)

    to the depths?

    oh wow! I find thee.

  • Mary X (12/8/2008 7:19:00 AM)

    in another world: the flower that I wish to pick
    in this world: the flower that I wish to grow

  • Jerry Hughes (11/18/2008 10:31:00 PM)

    Has anyone told you lately your intelligence compliments your beauty? It does.

  • Assorted Thoughts (7/27/2008 7:03:00 PM)

    You put the S in Satire! Brilliant poetry.

  • ngaio beck ngaio beck (4/7/2008 11:46:00 PM)

    The highest homage I can proffer is my uncertainty.I do not know if I like your work or not.I have never made such a statement before.
    Ngaio Beck

  • Satish Verma Satish Verma (10/15/2007 9:54:00 PM)

    You have a sharp eye. I am reading your comments with interest. Thanks.

  • Angela Barker (9/12/2007 8:35:00 PM)

    Her poetry leads me on a wild chase towards known truths. it is what poetry should be.

  • Holden Solo (7/13/2007 7:45:00 AM)

    Goldner's poetry is like a death match between Sylvia Plath and Oscar Wilde in a Thunderdome filled with Jello. Simply put, they're better than the ones you write.

  • Tony Fiona (6/25/2007 1:21:00 PM)

    Brilliant controversial inciteful
    innovative
    or
    just plain great

Best Poem of s./j. goldner

April Music

I'd like to spend
April, sitting on a hill,
With a mushroom for
a parasol and violets
for a frill. And the
wind for a violin, To
play spring tunes,
And the blossoms in
the treetops, For gay
balloons. I'd like to spend
April sitting on a
mound, Watching for
the flowers to pop out
of the ground. With
their green silk stockings,
And new spring clothes,
Trying to look taller
by dancing on their toes!


1993

Read the full of April Music

Handprint On A Wave

She knew how memory worked.
Last time she had seen him
he had been perfected
Ly etched in her mind;
She didn’t want to replace that
with anything less
Than what she had known.
She knew how memory worked—
How memory faded

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