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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Sexual Musings :: Anonymous

Sexual Musings :: Anonymous Violet light is dripping across the page, under the shadow of ink and words I’ve laid down like thistles. Every line protects a promise, caged stripes of faded blue and echoes of all the praise which would spill from my mouth if I’d only let them loose like doves into the […]

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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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Sexual Musings :: Alder

My name pouring out of your mouth is berries on the vine and barnwood in the sun; three syllables ricocheting like bird shot in my rib cage and leaving me aching for the taste of your smoking temper. Charred apple and alder and maple love-letters from your bottom lip to mine, gentle as creek water […]

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Sexual Musings :: Birches

Adrift, caught between: “I am a strong woman.” and “I am a soft woman.” Two mighty Goliaths battling for space in the mist laden forest of my heart- one set of branches swinging toward rushing, white-capped water, the other protecting the firm ground beneath her twisting, grapevine roots. I close my eyes and can feel […]

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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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