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Aphrodisiac Attack.
Holidays are for celebration, and my kinds of celebration always involve some kind of… heat. The Southern hemisphere is pregnant with blistering days and shady sweat-warm nights. White cotton canopies...
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DIAMOND THINGS
Tiny diamonds in my lobes, Nina singing sugar in my bones, Pink Floyd on an 8 foot silk white screen, New Orleans asking me home. Ceiling fan pushing summer sheen, white sheet, pillows, covers, canopy....
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NIGHT OF SUNS
It was a night when the heat melted right through the skin and handwriting was different to my usual scrawl. Music as balmy as the night, the stove running flames, the fountain spilling over. The...
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FULL SUN, EMPTY MOON
At this quiet summer morning, while Miss Franklin croons me with her pained joy, I’m working on a couple of new creations to add to my already infinitely expanded collection of creations and stories...
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WOMAN’S WOMAN
Wow, people have been so lovely and supportive of my writing recently! It gives me huge pleasure to find messages left for me in my cyber mailbox, which in my mind, in the garden of the Paper Castle,...
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JOY THEORY
I am a supernova of exuberance at this moment. I’m so happy I could explode! Why? It has something to do with these nouns, adjectives and verbs: Spontaneous Jenga in a gluten free pizza place, drinking...
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1995
~ On 1995 via 2009 ~ I wanted to be a boy, a tomboy, everything a girl shouldn’t be, and everything that makes a boy awesome. So, I asked my Dad to teach me how to make things. He made me a leather...
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