at the party
on rising too quickly
when i am angry
the tall survivor
red moon
mudslide (3/22)
stumpy teeth love(8/01)
Poems I wrote in Korea(8/01)
the rhyming bastards (poetry group, with new poems after each meeting)
more of the rhyming bastards (NEW)
my san fran poets (NEW)

The Party

They spread lists of movies and actors
across the damp garden air.
"Illumination! You haven't seen it?
You must rent it for a night."

Her whole body wraps around "must"
like an octopus around its own ink.

-Betina Hershey, 9/2000

The Party (II)

The invitation comes;

warm laughter goose-bumps,
it helps her fill the blank calendar.
She flows,
love trickling butter,
thinks she'll go,
yet when 8:00 Saturday comes
she doesnąt.
Not to that predictable crowd,
predictable grins, pat hugs, jostling jokes.
She's wrapped in a book
and guitar fills her art-pad room.

Knowing the party is out there,
she can chose
without loneliness.
-BH, 10/2001