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 [...]

Intimate Preface

  Gardener who prunes The roses of summer, Who stokes a small empire of petals Bursting under a slippery red sun, Buried tongue, And a flame.   Your mouth is a planet, An intimate preface That lulls the sea Into an acrid quiet. You're a murmur. You're a flick.   You are a campground tiger [...]

The Way of the Music

Thoughts go the way of the music, Feet sway the way of the crowd. Mouth moves the way of the stillness, Red river stampeding loud.   Wet jazz, silt between fingers, Shadows that drift the way of the dunes, I search for your rhythms In atonement for pleasures That vacate the body too soon.   [...]