we women who cover our noble skins went running in the woods and paths leading the long way to the beach.

at the end of our illicit affair, i stopped to see you in your lair – i was heading through the mountains, and the treads on my tires were bare. papers on sunday with coffee strong, tussling under covers, none … Continue reading →

it is the phone call allotted to me with no space for my voice he spouts my philosophies back to me speaking with care as if i need fixing

A friend reminded me of this quote from Dorothy Parker today. “What fresh hell is this?” She used to say that when answering the phone. She was groovy, strong and wild, beneath her skin. I’ve posted some favorites for my … Continue reading →

First Strike small rip in his work jeans flirts remorselessly He the light socket Me the baby Danger in every flash of knee (tara hughes, 2003)

I took my notebook on the subway tonite. Emptied my brain, sat in a seat, opened the notebook and began to write. Zucchini – I In my mother’s paisley wrap skirt from the 60′s, I survive the heat on Bloor … Continue reading →

Awakening I wake in darkness morning and remember His collarbone It slipped a little free of his t-shirt and winter coat and seemed to Reach for me and beckon- This funny bird-bone whispering sweet nothings from underneath his clothes, a … Continue reading →