"You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream"
--Edgar Allan Poe
Moving effortlessly between the sacred and profane, the poems of Kim Cochran weave together images of sadomasochism on a grand and personal scale, talking of love and war in the same even voice. Her poems are perfectly comfortable in the most uncomfortable subject matters, yet contain an unmistakable romanticism, as if they had fallen in love in the midst of a hurricane.
Kim Cochran's spiritual exploration has taken her into mediation, bullwhip cracking, suspension, and piercing. Which creates a unique perspective integrating masochism, transcendence, and enlightenment, (with flashes of kinky humor along the way) in her poetry. She would like to see the mystical beauty of the romantic era return. When poets were rock stars and poetry was on everyone's lips.
Kim's work appears in the Un-Urban Poetry Anthology, "Green Room Confessionals," and in "The Blue House" at www.angelfire.com. Send all inquiries, comments, and suggestions to email@example.com, or check out her web page at http://hometown.aol.com/kcwyatt7/myhomepage/index.html.
Kim's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
Wind Across the Moon
World of Black
Doing a Little Time