The Soft Flicker.
Her pussy glistened in the soft flicker of the taper’s flame. Red wax dripped down the candle’s length, as if begging to dance across her skin. I pressed my wine glass to my lips. One...
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Let’s just skip ahead to that moment when we’re two blackbirds frolicking in a field of a thousand ravens–not because we’re impatient to blend into the abyss of homogeneity, but because we’re impatient to finally be together in the fresh open spaciousness AND SING OUR TRUTH SONGS AT VOLUME TEN. [Translate]
November 27, 2009
Watch-parts were only the vessel AND THEIR BODIES MOVED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. Shifting and leaning, falling toward the waves and getting sucked into the crowd. It was crowd-surfing on the hopes of tomorrow’s generation. Dancing through the thick of it. Being elevated to flight. Having no choice but leaving the ground behind, and [...]
November 13, 2009
If I were a sailboat, I would sing to Venus every night, even if she could not see me. And my cunt pulses at that because my moon understands underneath those waters. And this is a sweet song: I want to sit with you under a blanket of stars and have an exceedingly long make-out [...]
November 11, 2009
New frame: Does this feel like a way of loving myself? Is it a loving of myself? A loving of Goddess, of G-d? DOES IT BRING ME CLOSER TO TRUTH, OR FURTHER FROM IT? Does this feel like a way of loving myself? And is it? And what about it holds the nourishment that I [...]
October 23, 2009
Listen to this She was curled up, in a tight cocoon, and resting so precariously on the edge of a tree limb. It didn’t bother her that there were dangers; it didn’t even cross her mind, for wherever she was, home was, and home was always that perfect flavor of beautiful. I WANT TO START [...]
June 18, 2009
Listen to this DISCLAIMER: Giggles and fragments and exclamation points to follow. My secret happiness dreams have always been about beauty art perfection of design. Having a safe home, and a home so filled with love that i could feel it walking inside the door, even if I was blindfolded. Knowing that clearly what love [...]
May 28, 2009
Listen to this This is the story yet to be written. It is a tale of the Radical Healing to be found in self-expression — a tale of the Radical Trust it takes to discover such power — (a tale of) the redeeming power of Love. THIS IS THE STORY YET TO BE WRITTEN: A [...]
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