Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly
dash with your hair.
~Walt Whitman
(From PIE root *aug- “to increase”)
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…
No, sir, I am not interested in taking your survey. I am interested in taking my time. No, sir, I have no need to “get rich quick” unless it somehow comes through honey dripping slowing on my tongue and down my chin. No, sir, I have no desire to ACT NOW! For I am listening…
even in the winter we need to water our flower let us keep those sacred petals soft, supple and fragrant let us give our beautiful yonis our tender, loving care
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…
Someone recently asked me for tips on being a good writer. I thought about it and realize that it really applies to everything in life. This is all pretty obvious, I suppose, but it’s what I’ve learned the hard way. It’s advice I would give anyone at any stage of life: Find yourself. Get a…