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Christine Bode self-publishes her first book of poetry – Eden Refugee – available at Lulu.com

KINGSTON, ON – JUNE 22, 2007 – Christine Bode was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. She has lived in Toronto and Vancouver and has been writing poetry and song lyrics since she was a teenager. Her first poem, about Shaun Cassidy, was published by Scholastic Book Services in Rock’s Biggest Ten and in 16 Magazine in 1978. Encouraged by a personal letter received from Bob Geldof in 1987 and mentored in this decade by Canada’s legendary broadcasting icon, author, actor and Renaissance man, Patrick Watson, she continues to write and almost understands the meaning of metre. Some of her work has been published in local newspapers, various American anthologies and on the Internet. Many of the original versions of the poems and lyrics in Eden Refugee have been edited.

Christine is the owner and operator of Scully Love Promo, a Social Media Marketing and Internet Promotion business (http://www.myspace.com/scullylovepromo) through which she provides online marketing and promotion for first class musicians, authors and other artists. Christine is also a senior entertainment writer for http://www.partyinkingston.com and contributes concert and CD reviews as well as a monthly feature called Actor’s Spotlight.

EDEN REFUGEE viscerally reflects the experiences of a young woman consumed by sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, unrequited love and a constant quest for spiritual enlightenment.

This is Christine Bode’s first published collection of poetry.

REFLECTION

March 22, 2008

You stared
at me
for a long while from your bar stool in
The Pale…
Silky raven hair
caressing your shoulders
You kept sweeping it from your
eyes,
dark and wild as a
Connemara pony;
I thought you the most beautiful
creature
who had ever caught
my gaze
and marveled at how I could have
possibly deserved it.

You heard me sing
after several pints and
shots of tequila
the theme song from
The Mary Tyler Moore Show. I turned
your world on with my smile,
seasoned and stoked
with memories of
Bob Geldof
at Vicar St.
earlier
that evening.

You sat next to me,
spoke in your
soft
whispered hush,
and the next thing I knew
I was in your living room
watching the ever
brilliant
Pearl Jam. You played
Yellow Ledbetter
and my soul has
never been the same.

More than four years have passed
and I still recall your
passionate words,
furtive glances,
gentle touch,
Scorpion tattoo,
fine patch of soft black chest hair,
the way you loved me,
for that moment and with your heart
held up a mirror
to reflect my beauty
that which I have only ever understood
through your eyes…
Me, your Hartley; You,
My own Black Irish
Johnny Depp.

© Christine Bode