Because of the lack of updates...

...I decided I would share with you one of the poems I've been working on for my World Poetry class.  It's not quite finished but hey, what the heck.  It is a sonnet done in typical Steph fashion (odd and probably somewhere awkwardly between funny and creepy, in case you were wondering).  I hope you enjoy.  We shall be resume our regularly scheduled program shortly. 

Sonnet For My Apocalyptic Lover

My darling’s arms are steel pipes, wrapped around me
when night grows cold and our kerosene lamp begins to burn out.
While oolong bites bitter, his words are sharper than any tea
warding against fever signs and staving off starvation doubt.
My beloved’s eyes are the man who breaks into the store
hands shake as he scrambles for a tool in his inevitable collision
brushing shattered glass off his weathered leather jacket as outside undead roar—
and his footfalls sound like military men who, mid-action, make hasty revision.
My lover’s lips are red as zombie brains
the head smashed to pieces, not yet full of flies
and before the gray and rot—a lovely pink, the kind that comes after the rains
of shrapnel, when the sunset lights the cityscape gold as it dies.
Stronger than machete and crowbar entwined, we deter our dead of earth revive
And wonder, how do others without love survive?