Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

There is something stirring within you, awakening at the changing fragrance of the wind; a subtle shift in your heart, a trembling purpose awaiting your arrival. And I know you’re afraid. Above you are lightning strikes like glass castles in the sky. Below you are trembling roots, moaning hollow melodies. Your skin is violin strings, […]

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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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Sexual Musings :: Estuary

There is a word for the place where a river meets the sea – It’s like a melody I heard as a child From the back pew Of a stained glass church, Whispering across my skin On steel core fiddle strings: “Estuary. Estuary. Estuary.” And I want to paint our bedroom In its colors- Foam […]

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Frisky Friday :: Beethoven

It was the press of the gold pedal- a clumsy, young kiss to my calf muscle- Sonata No. 14’s minor strokes rippling, dark water disturbed by a falling leaf, out from under my reaching fingers. The ache of longing, a melancholy thirst, shattering, shaping build of a budding child meeting a woman’s passion face to […]

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Sexual Musings :: Amber Beer

Sexual Musings :: Amber-Beer “Tell me what you wrote about today,” he whispered, lips lightly tracing the arc of my forehead. “About a woman who loved a man with golden wheat in his eyes; amber-beer irises lined with lashes the color of ink that stole the breath from her chest. A man with a slab-built-on-grade […]

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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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