The Painted Dolls On The Move (made from the children's book "The Big Book Of Indians" by Sydney E. Fletcher)

The Painted Dolls On The Move

Young children prove fearless

They were dusty stars,

A band of warriors

massacred.

Their very existence

was considered

the greatest gift.

The warriors returned

Running from evil spirits.

Dance as memorials to the dead.

Dance the War Dance.

Tragic Crash (made from an article from The Putnam County Courier, the local paper)

Recently, I was in a car accident, which I'm still both emotionally and physically recovering from.  On August 11, 2011, I lost my best friend in this accident. I created this poem in the hospital, using an article from our local paper on the accident and her death. This poem is for you, Caitlyn.

Tragic Crash



A horrible accident,

Massive injuries

The vehicle rolled.

Lost control

We drifted into a ditch.

unresponsive,

not breathing.

The young woman

Wonderful, caring,

her short time

rushed.

She was pronounced dead.

We are heartbroken mourners.

Caitlyn was laid to rest

and I love her like she is returning home.

GO BRA-LESS (made from bumper stickers)

GO BRA-LESS

Happy wife

Happy life

Skinny woman

Pull the wrinkles from your face!

Soccer mom

Not to worry...

Your daughter is in good hands!

But shut the bitch up.

Help

I live in my own world

Inside of me

Trying to get out

But it's ok...

Who says I have to be normal?

Brave Boy (New York Post)

Brave Boy

Play nice, kids.

The big bad boy

The tragic boy

Head to head

Fight for life

One day

the long road may end.

The ultimate sexual experience

Show me

How your tree bears fruit.

Sex on demand.

He's a traveling time bomb

One day turning into tragedy.

His peace has come.

Promises, Promises (The New Yorker, Glamour, Cosmo) Behind the Scenes with Jess Schneider: The Making of a Collage Poem

Check check check it out.

Here's a look at what goes into making a collage poem.

FINAL PRODUCT:

Promises, Promises

Salvage what you have left.

Love, loss, longing

Beauty, beauty.

The naked and the dead

Hiding in plain sight.

The nightmare I couldn't have,

Gods and dolls

Dead in the water,

Simply naked

Completely living.

Save us.

Wild child and bad girl sex

Big ideas,

Confessions,

Discoveries,

Secrets.

A daughter's revolution.

What's sexy now?

Admit it, you're a

troubled paradise.

Free yourself.

Close ups:

  

Nourished Tip (made from Garnier Fructis hair color instructions)

Nourished Tip

Your body

Your eyes

Stinging sensation

Poison into pressure

Your skin may burst.

Place your fingertip over

These darkest areas.

Gently massage

Gently to provide best penetration.

Keep in mind

Your skin may burst.

Time is up.

You leave as usual.

The water runs clear

With the same shade.

You never change.

The New Yorker (made from my rejection email from the editors of the New Yorker)

The New Yorker

We are the editors.

Consider us.

Carry your regret,

Your warmest regret.

Consider the oppertunity

We are unable to regard.

Consider us.

Consider us

And the regret,

the regards,

the work,

the oppertunity,

and the giving

and giving and giving.

Consider us.

Thank you for giving us

The regret we carry.