Things Lost in Translation

January 30, 2016

girl

Tell me something I haven’t heard before
How bridges in Paris are rusting bolt by bolt
and rivers are tired of their secrets
How night loves to wash your body

Empty the words from your pockets
rearrange the stars if you have to,
but tell me something untold before

How your desire never sleeps
How your heart shatters like glass
when you break bread with your father

Tell me how you invite transgressions
and slip knots around the waist of afternoon
so twilight never leaves your side

Weave syllables into a net that stretches
from the flea market on the outskirts of this city
all the way to the back alleys of your childhood

then speak to me in your native tongue
so I may grasp things lost in translation
and hold them like saltless tears
or small fires burning in wilderness

DEVREAUX BAKER

(Devreaux Baker’s work has appeared in many anthologies and journals in the U.S. and abroad including; The American Voice, Borderlands, High Plains Literary Review, The Pacific Review, Inheritance Of Light Anthology, The Guadalupe Review, Penumbra, Oxygen, The Reater Literary Journal, and The Paris/Atlantic Journal and Arabesques Magazine.

Her poetry collections include Light At The Edge (1993), Beyond the Circumstance of Sight (2009), and Animal Mineral Vegetable ( 2010). Her latest collection is “Out of the bones of earth” from Wild Ocean Press)

Rapid Violence

January 30, 2016

fists

Seventy percent of the motion
of my arm flows into an
impression of a tap
that tells me, This is
the total experience. Soak
it up. Pretend you’re bread.

Adult Strong

Only me…

January 30, 2016

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I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don’t talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me.

James Frey
A Million Little Pieces

Sex Daily…

January 30, 2016

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girlss

We are mosaics — pieces of light, love, history, stars — glued together with magic and music and words.

Anita Krizzan

Magicians are profound

January 30, 2016

threefates

Magic is the highest most absolute and divine knowledge of natural philosophy advanced in its works and wonderful operations by a right understanding of the inward occult virtue of things, so that true agents being applied to proper patients, strange and admirable effects will thereby be produced; whence Magicians are profound and diligent searchers into nature, they because of their skill, know how to anticipate an effect which to the vulgar will seem a miracle.

Introduction to the Lemegeton, Clavicula Salomonis or The Lesser key of Solomon: Detailing the ceremonial art of commanding spirits both good and evil.

Edited by Joseph H. Peterson,

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Reading today

January 30, 2016

100years

Saturday_orgy_rulesSaturday_orgy_masqurade
Be careful Anaïs, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

Letter from Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin
Henry & June, 1990
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Yes, there is something uncanny, demonic and fascinating in her.

Leo Tolstoy
Anna Karenina
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I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss

e. e. cummings
I Like My Body When It Is With Yours