Mornings sipping tea kettles Meters of smoky poetry and earl gray rainbows December leaves Density Palms Feet tangled In juicy chestnut threads Apple cinnamon candles Trembling light Propped pillows and throbbing sheets Thighs damp with the temperate moans of a not quite lackadaisical Saturday My pulse skips a syllable Your thick fingers pluck vertical rhymes … Continue reading Daybreak
You turn me at a corner, My naked eyes enter you, Immensity like nightfall. I want to drown in it. I want to paint the world. I want thirst to rain from my fingertips. I lust for magic, Autumn afternoons, Slow-roasted suppers, Long, hazy love. My love, I crave the beauty of every life On … Continue reading Alchemy
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 … Continue reading Self-Fashioning and the Art of Sexy
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 … Continue reading Intimate Preface
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. … Continue reading The Way of the Music
In On the Art of Femininity, I talk at length about my vision of femininity and what it means to me, as a woman, to apply the essence of the feminine in everyday life. As that post is, at present, overwhelmingly the most liked and viewed post on this (still very new) blog, I thought it would … Continue reading Darling, Forget What You’re Wearing. On Elegance.
I did not learn to cook until I was in my early twenties. Although I grew up in an Italian family that encouraged me, from an early age, to develop a proficiency in the culinary arts (or at the very least learn how to roll a proper meatball to accompany my grandmother’s marinara sauce), I … Continue reading What Cooking Taught Me about Relationships