Sexual Musings :: Hope

“I can see you now, you know. Eyes turned toward the north, watching clouds build like dove-colored pillows across the horizon, your hands in your pockets. You have a half-smile that dimples one cheek and, from the porch, I can hear the way your breathing settles into your chest as you study the trees swaying […]

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Sexual Musings :: Calyx

“There is desire in those wild eyes, a sort of dance between lavender irises, and you’ll let yourself be fooled into thinking it’s for you…But it’s for the foggy mornings and muggy nights. A hunger for young blossoms and whipping leaves, the low whine of water over rock, and stars kissing her skin.” ©️ Pearl […]

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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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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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NaNoWriMo :: Day 1

Didn’t get off to the best start on Day One (just a little over 600 words) but I kept telling myself: “I started.” That’s what matters right? To begin. To commence. I mixed it up a little and played with free-writing on Day One instead of choosing a specific moment on the timeline to sketch. […]

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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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