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Karen Hathaway Pittman is a freelance writer and poet whose work is widely featured on the web. Her style is as acerbic as it is witty. Occasionally resplendent, often raucous, always refreshing, her no-holds-barred, tell-it-like-is commentary not only informs – it entertains. She's the Lay's Potato Chip of political punditry, with a spicy twist: You can't read just one! Bon appetite!

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Karen Hathaway Pittman is a writer, poet, and interior designer who lives with her husband and cat in London, England. She is currently compiling her essays into book form, tentatively titled Hard Write Turn, and is working on her first formal collection of poetry, The Awful Colossus of Longing. She is also the author of the soon-to-be-completed interior decoration book, The American Pied-a-Terre: Creating Old World Charm in Your Apartment, Townhouse, or Condominium. Whatever the project, Karen pours all of her considerable energy into it. Her writing is nothing if not passionate. She'll amaze, appall, and even anger you, but she'll never leave you bored. All poems and creative excerpts posted on this site are copyrighted and may not be reproduced without the author's permission. All rights to all materials replicated herein belong solely to the writer, unless otherwise noted.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

"Judge and Fury"

"Women tell me EVERYTHING," he said.
They find me toothsome, good in bed;
I've a deep listener inside my head.
"Women tell me EVERYTHING," he said.

"Am not I a woman, too?" I ask.
Am I so "immoral," so not steadfast,
That he would rank my confession last?
"Am not I a woman, too?" I ask.

"I would not read it, but will it sell?"
For these verses you will burn in hell --
Though truly you do write them well!
"I would not read it, but will it sell?"

"At last, clarity!" I exclaim.
It will sell, so light the flame!
It will sell, so change my name!
"At last, clarity!" I exclaim.

Ashes to ashes, lust to lust.
Last night our love turned to rust
And all his whispered words to dust.
Ashes to ashes, lust to lust.

Though I may burn, I do not lust.

Karen Hathaway Pittman 2010

posted by The World According to Karen | 9:34 AM

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