“I want a song to be written about me: black pearls, sulfur, bronze-plated silver. It should have a verse about blood-soaked hands, a chorus that is a shout of AAAAAHHHHH! [Sing it with me: AAAAAHHHHH!]” LifeSelfPoetryPoemSongsTributesChoruses Author:C. Prudence Arceneaux
“For further reference: I go to love like a fire engine to a three-alarm, flashing and spinning, yelling across town. Nothing to be afraid of: the ceiling falling, windows concave, doors bowed and stiff.” LovePoetryPoemDramaFires Author:C. Prudence Arceneaux