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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Welcome

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. Hello and welcome to the official webpage of Stacy Lynn Mar. Please use the links above and to the right accordingly for poetry, biography, and so on. Many thanks to you for visiting and I hope you find good reason to stop by again very soon! I often publish updates and places where you can find my new poetry, fiction, books, and other noteworthy projects in the "updates" section. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Good Girl Exhibit. I Love You, Goodnight.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Polly Anna Wonderland

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. I am not a participant,. In the popcorn cup. I am not the loud girl. In blond hair,. Of mine, me, I did, I do. I am a theatre ogre. Dressed in modern chick,. Zipper of my boots. Reaching towards the pulling. Hem of a pink checked mini skirt. I am a mirror of eyeballs,. A chorus of old men,. Hello, how are you, ahem. This place is too cold. For a fall night,. Screaming starlets too scared. For the silliness of sorority massacre. And the words of the women.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Books

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. Is a publication of Pink.Girl.Ink. Press, 2015. Feminist, poet, teacher, and scholar.Stacy is as bold and witty as she ever was in this fourth installment. Yet again, she has masterfully orchestrated a confessional collection of poetry resurrected from the gritty observations of everyday life. Her accounts of love, loss, suffering, and the beautiful agility of the human spirit have been well-crafted from front-seat observations and five am coffee sessions.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Thanks For Stopping By!

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. Thanks For Stopping By! Welcome to my authors' profile page. Here you will find updates to recent publications as well as books for purchase/new releases. I sincerely thank you for stopping by. Love and Light,. The Good Girl Exhibit. The Matter of Molecular Bonds. A Little Left of Reincarnation. I Love You, Goodnight. The Side Strip's Dark Tonight. Of All The Ballerinas. Conversing In A Black Cadillac. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: The Matter of Molecular Bonds

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. The Matter of Molecular Bonds. Onto the empty porch of wood and soot. We walked circles across. The slats, never noticing how. The disturbed worms and centipedes. Vied for another second of solitude. We stared at each other,. I always loved the way you sat,. Legs crossed, eyes braiding calm. Where my chaotic thoughts. Would bury their recovery. Back then the house was empty,. An oyster shell of post-inhabitance,. You were old money manhandling. The Side St...

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: The Good Girl Exhibit

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. The Good Girl Exhibit. Summer is abloom,. And we make our way. Through the steady stream. Of side-walk passers-by,. To the small mom and pop,. A rail-road station of. Where the young cashier girl. Bids her mothers wishes. Old men carry in their canes,. Coffee extra black, ma’am,. And she taps the sugar bowl empty,. I observe, my eyes dancing among. The shelves of jarred jelly and. The lemon-spray scent of. Wood rotting, steady drip-drop,. Of gray on black,.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: The Side Strip's Dark Tonight

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. The Side Strip's Dark Tonight. The secrets of this town are wrapped tight,. Bubble of baby’s breath in a pocket of cellophane. There is a Ferris wheel spinning atop my tongue. And all the old ladies in fraying petticoats,. Smelling of cat piss and Good Will junk,. Their curiosity is bland,. Like half-cooked oatmeal or the fatty part of a pork chop. I hear the spider-leg crack of their bones,. The thorn-stiff poke of arthritic motor-tick,.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Of All The Ballerinas

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. Of All The Ballerinas. I just caught the North star with my tongue. Their dancing makes me believe in such things,. The girls in fairy-tale attire, holding hands. And telling their legs they have to work on Saturday. Stage light mocks the bows of the plastic pine,. Crisp mid-Eastern air taut with the smell. Of cinnamon bubble gum, old leather shoes. I can almost taste the eggnog, sweet licorice. Of alcohol at the after-party promos. The Good Girl Exhibit.

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: Gods Of Chance

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. This is the June of 3am,. The time of night when Summer. Lifts the skirt of her thighs,. A discreet dance of ‘rings around the moon,’. I watch atop my balcony the boats. As they make love to the laps of cerulean waves. And dream myself a constellation atop the water. I imagine each woman is a piece of me,. Right down to my paint-stained poets hands,. When at night Monet whispers into my ears. The sins of each sunflower, the seedling, the lie. Useless witho...

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet & Author: A Little Left of Reincarnation

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Stacy Lynn Mar, Poet and Author. Pink Girl. Ink. A Little Left of Reincarnation. Lying in my attic,. Wanting to be interrogated,. There is a flower I maimed with a smile,. The spirit-longing of a blue-eyed belle. And an optimistic boy touching her cheek. As if awakened from a Greek enchantment. A moment I’ve never quite experienced before,. Except perhaps in a chipped Victorian painting. Maybe there was such a story. I create these characters for an audience, only you. And another body can become me.