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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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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3 Poems that Remind Me of Home

Using a few of my photographs, I overlaid three poems which remind me of home each time I read them. Poetry is magic. It’s in the way words capture light or a cool touch or a whispered voice. Whether the stanzas are heavy with melancholy or light-footed with rhyme, poetry has a way of sneaking […]

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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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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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