Sexual Musings :: Calyx

“There is desire in those wild eyes, a sort of dance between lavender irises, and you’ll let yourself be fooled into thinking it’s for you…But it’s for the foggy mornings and muggy nights. A hunger for young blossoms and whipping leaves, the low whine of water over rock, and stars kissing her skin.” ©️ Pearl […]

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Workshop :: Week 1 of 6

At some point, the kitchen had become an arsenal- every cookie and candy a piece of jeweled artillery gleaming in the December sunlight. The window toward the east framed angus in the Midwest snow, a pasture of steam-nosed creatures with frozen hooves and calves dancing in the powder. My chubby hands rested, at ease now […]

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Personal Post :: October

[making margaritas] Aunt Frances Owens: Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. Aunt Jet Owens: Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting… Aunt Frances Owens: Barbados lime is just the thing. Aunt Jet Owens: Cragged salt like a sailor’s stubble! Aunt Frances Owens: Flip the switch and let the cauldron […]

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Preptober :: Character Sketch

“It’s never a pleasure to hang a woman,” the man drawled atop the gallows. Between the muddy streets and the dripping slats, sunlight seemed to dance over his silver hair like ripples of creek water. Polished boots squeaked with each step as he paced and crowed across the huddled crowd, voice rich in the sullen […]

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Sexual Musings :: Burnt

Sexual Musings :: Burnt “In this moment, I am pale calves covered in graham cracker sand and coral painted shoulder blades from a day in Midwest heat. I can’t find my voice to ask, but if you were to reach over and touch me, you’d feel a rippling current of raw electricity under your hands; […]

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Sunday Night Aesthetic :: F, L, & W

aes·thet·ic esˈTHedik/ adjective concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty. noun a set of principles underlying and guiding the work of a particular artist or artistic movement. Strained silence greeted me when I entered the barn, a sort of tangible stickiness in the air as if I’d just missed the peak of an argument. […]

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