Starving Abroad – a poem


He’s got the other half of me


Where my soul lives


Now I’m f r e e


Where my body goes hungry

Us, our loving was a feast

They offer goblets of lust

They taste of dust

But they are here, where my body goes hungry.

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

The new business cards have arrived and with the speed of virtual press, I am self-titled: Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor. Left brain and right brain have battled for dominance all of my life. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

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