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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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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Personal Post :: August

August was a month of revelations. Realizations. Reactions. It was about re-centering, taking a break, and figuring out just what the hell had me in such a funk. Here’s a few things I came to terms with regarding the blog: 1. No more monthly wrap up posts until I can reset my compass. By this, […]

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In a Slump :: Courting Inspiration

I have an open relationship with Inspiration and before I go much further, I want to clear one thing up: he’s never been abusive, illusive, or manipulative. The thing is, I know how some people view him; I hear people bash Inspiration’s habit of poor timing and then there’s his favorite cruel joke where he shows up in all his infinite […]

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B + H | Wetland Adventures

   “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more,…” (Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, George Gordon Byron) In each of us, I believe there is […]

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Prompt Post :: “Teacher”

Write about your favorite teacher. I have watched his shoulders settle in, tilted toward me like a leaf reaching for the sun, his voice crumbled cinnamon, low and soft- directing me: “Come here and see this.” The essence of him is a rainbow oil slick and a beaten path through sycamores and zig-zag-zig-zag scars on […]

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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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#Prompt Post :: Clouds

The fade of your voice against my skin is vapor rising in the morning like steam off the brown river and there’s a canyon carved in your pillow slowly filling with amber dawn. A heavy quilt lay pooled at my feet, displaced from midnight kicks and beaten in folds with the irony of being the […]

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Sexual Musings :: Gypsy

There is a restless gypsy spinning circles inside my dancehall of a heart; crushed wheatgrass and Black-eyed Susans curtsying beneath my bare feet, kohl smudged and shining eyes in the darkness, catching flint from the fire with the golden bells at my wrist. With every twirl, Night strokes fingers across the bones of my pale […]

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