Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts. Authentic sex is not for the weak. Fainting hearts are not welcome here. Moans crescendo, vibrating leaves and rippling
Writing Prompt: Chaotic Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The world seems to be spinning out of control. Chaotic systems that
If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you
I look back on my days in the United States Army and remember what so many of us women went through during basic training and AIT. Our basic training was during the height of the summer; we carried rucksacks and tall black weapons, wore black leather boots that initially were too heavy and camouflage uniforms too…
i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will
Having fun with filters today! Do you have any favorite filters you’d like to share?
Sharing a cool, dark filter. Today is play day!
i sprinkle pieces of me at your feet, like rose petals, to soothe your soul from the unforgiving earth. each piece is memory reborn, slipping
Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped
One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He
inside this brown skin is the divine existence of mysterious cosmic forces. i am starseed.
I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.
Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.
i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never
My DNA has warned me that if I keep on with this nonsense about growing out my natural hair without locs, there will be hell to pay. I get death threat-like whispers from my cells that I need to restart my locs, or else. This is a trying time, when the body actively participates in…
I no longer remember who I am, nor why I am. Inside this foreign skin I breathe. I inhale the world I’ve wished for in
When all is said and done, we are all rendered mute. Death does not care about our feelings nor opinions about our political leanings, religious
I keep getting death threats from my cells. They’ve warned me that if I keep up this mess about growing my hair without locs, they’ll
Burn with anger, woman. Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…