I am the daughter of my mother’s strange desires. the spicy, the pungent, the salty, the aromatic, these were her…

My soon to be ex-husband Michael  used to say, “Most problems are caused by caterpillars.” I couldn’t believe he said…

You can see them in the picture but you can never smell them. Even though you were right there, with…

Yesterday’s perfume, always wild, surrounds us. We fly blind, foolish, but not old. Picture this: father time, Open steel bite…

See how I grow and swell into myself My breasts, my belly, my hips Becoming larger, fuller, as though Carrying…

I dance with you on the hot coals of desire. Sooner or sooner those tender soles shall burn. Desire, cornered,…

Is this the shape of wisdom? Key turning in a lock just so, The smell of bread rising In warm…

Especially this morning, cacophony of bird song under a canopy of clouds, I awaken, cloaked in soft, moist robes of…

“Is it time yet?” I ask? “shush,” you say and push my face into the muddy earth. nose and mouth…

If you would make love to my body Begin by making love to my soul: Outline the shape of my…