How Does the Body Lie?

October 16, 2015

dance

How does the body lie?
Like a bird, into a rage, with a dream.

How does the body fly?
In the dust, in the dress, in the bone.

How does the body lie?
One day, too soon, one day.

How does the body die?
On the right, on the back, on the left.

How does the body lie?
Gut weeps, skin weeps, anus weeps.

How does the body cry?
With the stars, north to south, in a sleep.

How does the body lie?
With mouths, with flesh, with words.

Marion Tracy

(Marion Tracy’s poetry has been widely published in both the UK and Australia. Her debut pamphlet, “Giant in the Doorway”, was published by HappenStance press, September 2012.)

Glass Case

October 16, 2015

back

Then there’s the time I dated a curator,
who bought me a tattoo. The parlour
was crouched behind Victoria Station,
between a porn shop and a pawnbroker,

but sterile. I flicked through the mags:
women colourful like temple walls,
flexing with the names of lovers,
wearing hearts for sleeves. It hardly hurt.

Just a thin band round my wrist that reads:
Twenty-first century female, hominid.
Good specimen. Found near Derby.
Undressed, I’m a museum of myself.

Elizabeth Venn

(Her poems have been published in magazines including Smiths Knoll, Iota, Magma, The Frogmore Papers and The Interpreter’s House. She was the winner of the 2014 Poets and Players Prize and the inaugural Bare Fiction Poetry Prize.)

womanandcrows
Even at such times as the Demon was not actively tormenting her, the woman subjected to his assaults might be seen gloomily roaming around, a prey to melancholy thoughts. For there is no hope left of cure. His entry is irresistible; he penetrates everywhere like a foul miasma. Is he not the Prince of the Air, the Prince of Storms,—of internal no less than of external storm? We find this coarsely, but vigorously, portrayed under the arch of the great doors of Strasburg Cathedral. At the head of the company of Foolish Virgins, their leader, the woman of sin who is enticing them down to the abyss, is full, swollen out, with the Demon, who hideously distends her body and escapes from beneath her skirts in a black cloud of dense, stifling smoke.

This distension is one cruel mark of Diabolical Possession, — at once a punishment and a boast. She carries her belly thrust forward, the proud wanton of Strasburg, and her head well thrown back, triumphing in her hideous grossness, rejoicing in her monstrous deformity.

She is not like this yet, the woman we are describing. But she is already puffed out with the Devil, and with evil pride in her new fortunes. Sleek and fair, she walks the street, her head high, her face expressing pitiless disdain and scorn of the very earth she treads on. Her neighbours are afraid, and both hate and admire her.

Jules Michelet
The Sorceress

Halloween5

fairylights

It must be understood that in some cases the process by which a god or goddess degenerates into a fairy may occupy centuries, and that in the passage of generations such an alteration may be brought about in appearance and traits as to make it seem impossible that any relationship actually exists between the old form and the new. This may be accounted for by the circumstance that in gradually assuming the traits of fairyhood the god or goddess may also have taken on the characteristics of fairies which Already existed in the minds of the folk, the elves of a past age, who were already elves at a period when he or she still flourished in the full vigour of godhead. For in one sense Faerie represents a species of limbo, a great abyss of traditional material, into which every kind of ancient belief came to be cast as the acceptance of one new faith after another dictated the abandonment of forms and ideas unacceptable to its doctrines. The difference between god and fairy is indeed the difference between religion and folk-lore.

Lewis Spence
British Fairy Origins

bodies

Okay. Oh-kay.

Re-cap. He just had a man cum in his mouth. He liked it. He may be embarking on anal sex, soon, if he was reading the subtext right.

Options: stay or leave.

Pros of staying: first experience with anal sex.

Cons of staying: first experience with anal sex.

No, no. That isn’t right.

Pros of staying: first experience with anal sex.

Cons of staying: not being able to face Pete the next day. Maybe ever.

The thing about sex, though, as Ryan is discovering, is that it’s a goddamn persuasive motivator. It fucks with people’s minds.

Dominique Frost
In the Blaze of His Hungers

Cool Girls are hot…

October 16, 2015

franks

Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Gillian Flynn
Gone Girl

fuck a woman in the ass…

October 16, 2015

ecstasy

A man must have confidence in himself and his cock, to fuck a woman in the ass. If he does not have this control, his cock will direct the action; he will move too quickly, hurt the once-willing woman, and rarely, rightly, will he be given a second chance.”

Toni Bentley
The Surrender

build castles and cities…

October 16, 2015

frostonglass

Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.

Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.

Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.

In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .

But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.

Vera Nazarian
The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration