18 Wednesday Jan 2012
Posted in Right Now
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No thousand page dissertation.
No eloquent essay.
No fuss.
No muss.
No cuss.
Charred Ice has joined in the censorship protest because we’re tired of ‘no’.
See you on the flip side of tomorrow.
11 Wednesday Jan 2012
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Butch, femme, lesbian, love, poetry, postaday2011, postaweek2011
“Caramel Dictation”I found literature in hir neck,
soft caramel skin stories,
that made my ecstasy scream.
Pressed my lips right there…
pressed my lips right there…
pressed my lips right there…
Hir pulsepoint stepped up to the open mic,
and in rapid staccato rising,
spit brown sugar rain all over my last match.
01 Thursday Dec 2011
Posted in Elle Mots, Femmetation, Writings
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femme, lesbian, LGBT, poetry, postaday2011, postaweek2011, winter
“Winter’s Malaise”
There’s pain in my body
where winter grows,
Muddled leaves’ sharp white stabbing,
Drafted by the artisan sky.
21 Monday Nov 2011
I think in French. I’m sorry - je pense en francais, although since I made my debut to the world in Queens my accent is a whole ‘nother matter…trust. So,after totally and irreparably mangling this segue, I give you ”Elle Mots”.
“Elle Mots” (Her Words) is whoever, whomever and whatever written work (hey, that’s five double-u’s in a wrow row) I come across that moves me. At the moment I’m all for having my creative stagnancy smacked upside the head. Have I said I can’t write lately? *sigh*
Without further ado, I give you Inside The Birdcage. Give this poetess a looksee. You won’t be sorry. I know I’m not. After reading, “In The Palm of A Gypsy” my Muse went into contractions.
I hope they aren’t Braxton Hicks messin’ with me. It’s time to give birth and dirty up blank pages with magnificent miasma.
Mais, apres un peu plus de cafe.
19 Saturday Nov 2011
