Sexual Musings :: Silver Silk

• A woman is allowed to feel powerful standing at a typewriter and wearing lingerie, or with a gun in her hands under the August sun, or studying by lamplight while drinking cinnamon whiskey. •A woman is allowed to feel powerful with AND/OR without a partner. •A woman is allowed to encompass any and all […]

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Sexual Musings :: Jewelweed

I’ve never known a gentle love. Maybe there’s something in my rain-soaked soil of a heart that doesn’t allow people to take root; the way I value men, with their three-day-old beards and tired eyelashes, is the tender way one cups water the first time they swim in the sea. Lovers don’t come built in […]

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Headwaters

I woke to apricot skies with cornflower edges- his arm pitched across the bare plain of my stomach. Somewhere between the inky fringe of moonlit hours and the feeding of a dawn wildfire, shadows like Lichtenberg scars in wood grain had feathered across the sheets. I can’t remember why I stopped looking him in the […]

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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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