Lo Air

And the day was a man With a beard for a bird feeder A caved-in spine and a forest for a mouth And the night was a wave, broken and blue, A somersault between my knees Lo air, lips, and two half-parted fingers A roomful of glass beetles, like three dozen departed souls Winging their [...]

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 [...]

Self-Fashioning and the Art of Sexy

I wrote in a previous post that the phrase “self-fashioning,” as it applies to the practice of creating, or styling, one’s inner (and, to a degree, outer) self, came into my mind rather innocently as I was reading a biography of Chanel (which proved to be a most beneficial read). My intuition informed me instantly [...]