After some prompting, I realized that the site had surprisingly little of my poetry to be calling itself "poethelena.com." It's more like "plagiarizehelena.com." I read my logs, I know what you kids are after. Well, here it is. The absolutely complete catalog of all my poetry. I'm still working, but right now you have 1992-1995, and 2003-2004. And don't forget, these are not pastoral poems, okay? Some of them are PG-13, but most are definitely NC-17.

Just use the menu bar above to navigate through my angst. For the most recent poems (04-Present), please see my entries here.

My intent in posting a complete body of work such as this is to illustrate that, for every decent poem, there are twenty crappy ones that never see the light of day. Usually. Sometimes more. I'm showing you the pictures of me all done up, and the pictures of me early in the morning, hungover, without any makeup on. This here's me on my first bike with the training wheels, too. It's so that you know me better, not so that you're impressed. So I hope you appreciate my vulnerability!

And thanks for reading all this garbage!!!

Previously Posted Selected Poems:

Tampons
Creme Brulee
Cafe
Clumsy
Communicating from the Porch
Just Because
My Mother Comes to Visit the Apartment
To Curt Langford
Stripped
Dusty
Wider is Better
Wardrobe Mistress
Attention to Detail
Nocturnal Admissions
Give Me My Tiara, Bitch
No Rules
I am the Whore
Spoons
Bargain Bin Baby
Good Mascara
Poem for Erika Trixie