Dreaming on a back porch is a half-naked reverie in acoustic Breaths like a violin Stench and grain, gin and tonics, prolapsed desire preserved in salt Drunk on beauty Form made desire I am desire made form, a clause, an environment, spat stars, breasts that beat like little crescent moons Take me back, back, oh, [...]
Fishtail
I believe at times that man created art out of fear of exploring woman. I believe woman stuttered about herself out of fear of what she had to say...She is a mermaid with her fishtail dipped in the unconscious. Her creation will be able to make articulate this obscure world. - Anaïs Nin The essence [...]
Dark Horse
This post begins where the previous one left off. An internet search of my personality type, INTJ. I surprised myself by mentioning it last time. I hadn’t thought about my MBTI results in every bit of 15 years. Ever since the career counselor who administered the test told me I should become an audiologist. A [...]
Oh, Ah Monologue
**I've been wrestling lately with topics for a substantive, essay-like post but haven't come up with anything that satisfies me. So, I decided to take a slightly more creative approach, opting once again to play around with stream-of-consciousness. This post is a kind of internal monologue in which I discuss and raise questions about some of the reading [...]
Wild Woman
I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]
Choker
It’s not every morning I wake up wet. You wouldn’t imagine it is, either. You wouldn’t picture me lying there alone, swathed in cotton sheets, skin taut, imprinted by your tongue. Wrists raw from the bindings of your hands. You’d picture me there with you. Commanding me from the inside. A moan with each shudder [...]
On Erotic Self-Awareness
I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me—the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, like a country, [...]
