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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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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Workshop :: Week 4 of 6

Tonight was a fun session over at Fledgling Writing Workshops, with a lot of prompt work and expansion of character knowledge through their fears. One of the prompts Sammi threw at us tonight was: “Write from the perspective of a deity/higher being/from the beyond.” I chose to write about my current main character (in my […]

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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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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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