Sexual Musings :: Lily Pads

“My veins are brushstrokes of indigo over yellow lily pads, a steady heart of flourishing green between Sundance and Moonrise. I don’t fancy myself a healer- or a warrior- or a scholar- But I am music and mischief, forgotten melodies and whispered laughter riding the wind waves. Woman of the wild, with thunder under her […]

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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 :: 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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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 :: 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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