The Breast

(loosely in light of Melanie Klein’s work on Envy and Gratitude : )
The milk’s rivulets had gaps and refrains
My stomach had hints of pleasure
But, before my tentacles could slap
onto this sensational feeling
Vanish
A wailing full of reverberating sounds
Bursted into the stark silence of empty spaces
Alarmed by my voice, I frightfully dart 
Comfort
The warmth from her body 
Cradling my impotent [...]

Homes

Grandstanding: Dainty and Dexterous Displays of Principal Bareback Equitation

“Dear Jesus I pray for the ______ family. The mother passed away and it was right before ____’s sweet sixteen birthday. Be with their family Jesus. Amen.”
Sixth grade, Mr. Bosman’s class, my prayer said aloud. 
Mr. Bosman introduced the literature of CS Lewis to my world and helped form my songwriting skills as I attempted to [...]

The Duncan Phyfe Sofa: Guilt’s Rest Spot

As a lass, with a Scottish name and maternally Scottish heritage, I became quickly aquainted with an heirloom from my mother’s mother. 
The Duncan Phyfe sofa. She is a He and He is a She. I see this long upholstered seat with a back and arms, for two or more people, as bearing both qualities of [...]

Blustering White Flags

If,
I
Listen to your letters
Which form small, slightly insufficient words
That take up linear space,
describing bits of me
Then,
I
Will have to cast off
the whole of her
Letting loose all the glimmering
Shards
of which I held
in my protective bag with my hands clasped
Tightly around it
And now my soul is
Littered with,
Splintered driftwood
And I can embrace only
That which calls for
Gnashing teeth
Angels
The angels are [...]

That Gal!

What do the characters Laura Ingalls Wilder, Wonapalei (or covertly known as Karana), and Leslie Burke all have in common?
ME!
I desperately, oh so desperately wanted to be each of them at certain junctures throughout my life as a kiddo. And, please come closer, a little more…when I express “desperately wanted” it is with such emphatic [...]

Ouch: Growth: Liberty

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
-George Santayana 

The Artistry of Mania

One night I had a conversation with an ex-air force man or pilot or militant, eh? Whatever the technical term is for one who was in the air force, well, he, the best man in my wedding, and I were discussing the creative process. 
Josh, the one who flew and flies noted, after we watched a documentary on [...]

Legions of Feelings

Muted
by the plastic covering,
that is molded upon the colors,
which are laying down in the wet grass
Underneath this artificial wrapping,
slowly, the saturated pigments bleed
Bleed
Bleed
The dew, upon the blades becomes,
the conduit,
for the deep reds, royal purples, and soaked blues
To spread away from the sterile overlay 
You might believe it is for the betterment
of society
That this covering is pressed down.
You [...]

The Urge

Tomorrow I will be giving my maid of honor speech. Sweet mother of God. Anytime I begin to think about it, I get the urge, you know the instantaneous pee sensation from nervousness. Even though I’ve been dehydrated for 10 days now (I joke, I kid), I still get The Urge when I think about [...]