No Two Cigarettes…
No two cigarettes evoke the same thought. Afterwards, of course, you might regret them equally, but at the time you pull the cloying, acrid smoke down deep into your lungs where it can do the most damage, it births a different notion. The one I had when I saw him, leaned up against the wall […]
The Exquisite Pleasure of Nakedness
Such a small thing, a simple pleasure, that hardly rates as racy. True, it is sold, marketed, packaged, promoted, bought, we use cunts and rate them like rotting fruit. We assess cocks like so much prime meat. I know all that, but for one moment let’s pretend we are wiser than that: the sensation of […]
In Traffic
In that moment, I felt the realness of him. The gravity well of his physicality. It arrived bearing undertones of salt and warm hidden skin. It anchored in the complication of his features and the unfamiliar cadence of his voice. I felt the almost-kiss. The heat of his breath upon my upper lip. The space […]
Protected: Pain Stained – #NaPoWriMo Day 30
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Filter Feeder – #NaPoWriMo – Day 29
Tonight my anemone skin seethes in the boil of moonlit space, invisible cilia ripple and wave hungry to capture anything. Seldom am I so tightly wrapped in my flesh. Seldom so unable to dismiss it for the carapace I have no use for. Perhaps it is exhaustion or the rare desire for the unknown: the […]
The One – #NaPoWriMo – Day 28
The One is an ache ratpacked in the cleave of the heart, shameful secret hope of the reality-adjusted post-modern woman. While we talk of vibrators and nice, tight asses and how sickened we are by sentimentality, the spectre of the One Hovers in the unmentionable dimension of desire like a halo too heavy to put […]
Old Ghosts – #NaPoWriMo – Day 27
The past came back to haunt me in that cliched way it sometimes does: in the form of a note from a stranger notifying me of the death of someone I thought I’d killed off long ago. But you never can, really. The love I had for him is trapped in an airless bottle of […]
The Right Thing
I don’t think we revisit the past. We write each journey back like a story, using the unreliable, movie-still fragments of memory. Sometimes it is a snatch of a conversation, or a detail of something insignificant, or a smell, or the way the air or the sun felt on my skin in that moment, the […]
Unmaking #NaPoWriMo – Day 26
As the dark sky turns to a livid bruise you strip me with words and silences of all my little lies, my comfortable vanities. Always, at first, there is the little hesitation, the cusp of night where levity teeters like a coin tossed up into the airless void. Your razor fingered grasp of the moment […]
Pretty Vaginas
This is one of those rant posts, prompted by this: I wish I had a pretty vagina. — Mush•Mouth (@GirrlGenius) April 24, 2013 One assumes, therefore, that this woman thinks she has an ugly vagina. What, you might very well ask, constitutes a ‘pretty’ or an ‘ugly’ vagina? Although I often say I don’t have […]