Did This Ever Happen to You

February 26, 2017

vitaly-istomin-spring

A marble-coloured cloud
engulfed the sun and stalled,

a skinny squirrel limped toward me
as I crossed the empty park

and froze, the last
or next to last

fall leaf fell but before it touched
the earth, with shocking clarity

I heard my mother’s voice
pronounce my name. And in an instant I passed

beyond sorrow and terror, and was carried up
into the imageless

bright darkness
I came from

and am. Nobody’s
stronger than forgiveness.

Franz Wright

Guitars and stars

February 26, 2017

nikita-gill-chris-riddle

Self Portrait (Cock)

February 26, 2017

artlover

after Sam Rush

My cock tried to write a poem once too
named it “Self Portrait of Georgia O’Keefe On T or,
The Birds and The Bees But Just Bees and They Are Still Endangered,”
tried to talk about the flowers and only got so far as the bees
and removed the stingers hoping to make a crown of them and be a queen
but it does not work that way,
tried to write about something beautiful and also deadly
and was followed home,
tried to describe the way it wears a dress
and my doctor did not get it.
My cock still doesn’t wear make up to pick up
our hormones, does not know how to paint
anything and have it be Not Surreal.
Someone looked at my cock and saw a door once
hoping to find a boy inside of me but it was locked,
and my cock looked out of the windows of me and
tried to become a closet, a basement, something deep
something inner,
my cock and my belly button don’t talk anymore.
She got jealous that one was an in-ee the whole time
and it was not her, how my cock worries about
sticking out, making a scene, being probable cause.
My cock feels best in your clothes, but knows
that they are still yours?
My cock is a femme but still wears a butch’s clothing
to the dance, got fitted for the dress
and had to buy the suit anyways, god built
my cock a gown and she grabbed the armour
knowing how delicate it is to be a thornless rose.

My cock tried this body on over top of the one
she wanted and said “Yes…this is it. This is how
I get to be born and also be alive.” and god looks at
my cock and sees a scared child playing adult,
trying on her parents clothing hoping to look
the part, all the way down to the burial of emotions
and god says “Honey…I would say the shoe fits but that
is too much body for you to carry, you’re not gonna
fit in anywhere, all that extra space I built for you filled
up with this body…I mean baby, you know
you’re gonna kill yourself if you wear that
out too long…right? You’re gonna make yourself
an island made of magma, a mine collapse to fill
in a cave, a bridge of land that stops the river
from flowing into the sea, a field of flowers buried in ash.”

“I know,” my cock says, “I’m going to be something
so resilient not even the ocean can drown me,
I will stop the red from flowing out of me as if
I don’t have rivers under my skin to soak in, did you know
after the eruption of Mount Saint Helens, I was
the first thing to grow back and I was still a beautiful flower?
The cave of me will still be there when the mines collapse,
when the miners go home or die trying it will still be a mine,
it will still be a place full of beautiful things, what lives
inside of me will still be mine.”

My cock says, she once wrote a poem,
it was titled “Selling tickets to our doctors appointments
OR, 10 things you will find inside this girl body
and still name a boy anyways OR, Entering a cave,
ending in a parade of men carrying diamonds
that they have washed with my blood.”

Says she tried to perform it once,
and how her voice got lost
behind my throat.

Alain Ginsberg

You Came

February 26, 2017

women-smoking

before i knew you, i could have killed you
you, kissing my ex-girlfriend outside of the bar
but i separate my drinking self from myself
as you have come to learn
and i know how many pushups you can do
and how religious your family is
yeah i have a hard time appearing sincere
but sometimes, i’m trying to impress you

Brittany Wallace

How unusual…

February 26, 2017

waffles

rough possession

February 26, 2017

up-it-goes

She didn’t want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat and flame that would end the world around them, leaving them nothing but ashes, clean and fierce and forever welded together.

Christine Feehan
Wild Fire

A little bit of kink

February 26, 2017

tied-uptueday9

“Tie me up, please…” Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands – he had to comply.

A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest – Brett could hardly contain his elation.

Jess C. Scott
Catholic School Girls Rule

essential-reading

Sunday

February 26, 2017

london-1982-by-raymond-cunningham

The city takes a breath on Sunday. Of all that’s lost with the pursuit of what’s next, I hope we don’t lose that…

Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Burns for Isadora

Stone and Knife

February 25, 2017

dancers

One angle blunts, another sharpens
Loss also: stone & knife
Some griefs augment the heart,
enlarge;
some stunt.
Scentless loosestrife,
rooms unwalked in,
these losses are small.

Others cannot be described at all.

Jane Hirshfield