Tag Archives: passion
Dryad
Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare. Advertisements
Satyr
I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.
Claim
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.
Seize
It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize.
Knead
From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.
Prelude
Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.
Sylvia Plath
To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading
Savor
It is that mouth, pursed, sentencing savor to burn, to kiss, between lines.
Jean Rhys
Large cats stalk authors, same as authors prey to fast– Hunger, in plain sight.
Beginning Now
Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading