Chef’s Knife
They haven’t touched in so long. He turns to her a grateful smile, the gravy falling down his chin. She strokes it. Licks her finger. Puts it back. His beard is now accumulating the juices. “Love you...
View ArticleWild Woman
Wild Woman lurks in the shadows, wild woman yearns to be free, wild woman sheds her red red blood like the wild fires that lurk in the forests, yearning to spread their flames to gallop like the wild...
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Siren Song
She rests. It is quiet. No passers by. She writhes and spits and twists and fights. Her body fills with rising desire. But there is nowhere to rise to. She looks about and there is only the quiet of...
View ArticleSteps
Two tiny children curl up into me, two side bodies filled with purity and openness. You slept. Now you awaken. Another day awaits you filled with hope and fun and love and abundance. Meanwhile the...
View ArticleCircle of Women
when you build a circle of women i mean a real circle of WOMEN Women who laugh and cry and howl at the moon women who enGAGE enRAGE ROARRRR clench their teeth attack a pillow dance with abandon strip...
View ArticleThe Prince
She takes him out, and he is large and beautiful, standing at attention, he moaning as she caresses him in her hand, she kisses his nipples his navel his everything inching down down down down, he...
View ArticlePoem for my highly sensitive daughter(from her highly sensitive mother)
You I want to crawl into bed with you For hours And stroke your hair And let you cry Just cry forever Cry it out Until you can’t cry anymore I want to teach you where the tears end And the laughter...
View ArticlePicture Perfect
Would you like to see my house? The antique chandelier, terrazzo floors. Guess what? I’ll wear Gucci for you, shoes Christian Louboutin, hair perfectly coiffed, sheen and lacquered, eyelashes curled,...
View ArticleI cooked
There’s something really special about cooking for yourself. I have been married 16 years, have 3 elementary aged children, and day by day I am usually making something for them. Which often ends up...
View ArticleThe Morning After
I wake up. A splitting headache plagues me from the night before. But that’s not what woke me. We were in a beautiful chateau somewhere in the middle of whoknowswhere. We were making small talk with...
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