a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed the bed a heart races in the aftermath [...]
Tag: relationships
Slo Mo
Let’s make love suddenly with all the lights on and everyone home Cross-legged, sprigged thick like a leaf skirting the horned edges of that cracked flower pot in the garden where everyone else is brunching on Prosecco with tongues ready for deep gossip while they work the runny eggs off their chins slo mo sizzle [...]
Blink.
I continue to be surprised by the writings of Abraham Maslow. No more, perhaps, than by the depth of his interest in the intricacies of human sexuality. (Who knew?) In masculinity and femininity and their relationships to human motivation, creativity, growth, and self-knowledge. It was, in fact, from a brief analysis of male-female courtship or [...]
Church & Funk
What I wanted to write Was a song Red lady, two hands, Stringy like tobacco Ribs licked hot to the bone Cool, teacher, cool Boss lady Sturdy bitch Deaf like a beat up drum But I ended up with a trip A ride, at a crossroads With a washed out basin and a high wire [...]
When You Need to Be Pampered…
After publishing Fishtail, I entertained the possibility that my journey into the feminine dimensions of my consciousness had, for all practical purposes, ended. That my experiment in locating the essence of my femininity would culminate there, in a series of self-identified states, desires, and creative urges. In a love of process. Blocked from further progress [...]
On Being a Femme Fatale
In On the Art of Femininity, I suggest that, in and of itself, the feminine is "enough." That it represents a totality. One which seeks in its opposite not completion, but a full complement. As in the joining of two people, the intertwining of forces in an intimate relationship, another kind of wholeness. And one [...]
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, [...]
