I laugh because you don't see the blood dripping from my nails Be a good girl you said You want to be my good girl I never agreed to be good in any way shape or fashion I'll be good for that second...

As nightmares subsideat dawn, your eyesreflect the fear and thepain.They spill a desire to try.Please try.You can walk in therain without an umbrellaand let the clover andhoneysuckle guide youto safety.Evict the chaos fromyour thoughts, andleave the incubus behind.

I know why you love bubble baths….It’s for the sheer joy they bring,the sly smile they leavecurling at the corners of your mouth –playful, inviting, seductive,as you slip slowwwly down …water displacing just enoughso liquid lips can lick you,as...

Ode to the Animal Within(in the style of Walt Whitman)Not really—no, not really—My needs are your needs, O brother, O sister, O kindred of the earth,Eating, sleeping, spreading seeds—Simple, unadorned, as the fox in the hedgerow, the sparrow in...

  Not really.   My needs are your needs.   Eating,sleeping,spreading seeds.   It's that simple for other creatures.   Not humans.   We've turned our search for food into something more than the need to fuel our bodies.   We've turned sleeping into the search for a more salubrious environment to...