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February 29, 2016
#Poesia – 24/7
24/7
I seek a greater love
one that wakes me in the morning
with kisses of magic and allure
one that fills my afternoon
with music and light
one that consumes my nights
with craving and mischief
I am love
he whispered
then wrapped me in his 24/7
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 26, 2016
#Poesia – SELF CARE
SELF CARE
This morning in the mirror
after flossing and brushing
and washing my face
After patting my skin dry and applying
the Clinique roller ball
that’s cold as fuck
but works magic
on the dark circles around my eyes
After the Oil of Olay moisturizer
with anti-aging serum + sunblock 15
and the brightening eye cream
After the Neutragena powder and NARS blush
the Anatasia brow pencil and Benefit mascara
After running my fingers through my hair
and making it look just the right blend
of messy but chic
I caught sight of myself
stopped and took stock
Good morning, sexy, I said with a smirk
and started my day with a strut in my step
Speak beautiful
love yourself
it matters
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one came to me after a rare moment of being kind to myself in the mirror and realizing I should do so more often. As women, sometimes we’re our harshest critics, unnecessarily so. Speaking beautifully to ourselves is tough, but so very important. Anyway, these pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 25, 2016
February 24, 2016
DUTCH – Update No. 2
My last Dutch update was back in September, when Meredith Wild had just hooked me up with her editor, Helen Hardt, but prior to putting Dutch into the hands of her agent, Kimberly Brower. Kimberly – who, in case you’re wondering, fucking rocks – took me on as her client last November, when I happily became one of the authors repped by the Rebecca Friedman Literary Agency.
Kimberly told me to sit tight while she started shopping Dutch, work on writing JUMA, do anything but focus on the process of selling Dutch. Which, for anyone who has been through it, knows it takes forever, moves slower than a sloth, and is really the last thing a writer wants to contemplate. Especially since the holidays were right around the corner and everyone and their mother would be on vacation, closing end-of-the-year deals, and whatnot.
Being the good client I am – here and there, I behave – I did just as she requested. My holiday season was full of writing poetry, working on Juma, enjoying my writing group, going down south to visit my family, and hanging with friends. I did everything but think about Dutch.
During December Kimberly and I hooked up, talked shop, and she let me know Dutch was getting good feedback, folks seemed interested. Then in January, something concrete. Feedback. Positive feedback. A request for edits. From a senior editor. Holy fuck.
Exciting and…wait…they want me to what? Change the first ten chapters of Dutch? Huh? Come again?
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But then Kimberly, being Kimberly – as I mentioned above, she fucking rocks – rephrased everything, making said request for edits (somewhat) more palatable and even a bit exciting, all the while assuring me she will never ever ever let anyone mess with my writing style.
God, she’s good.
I made the edits and here are the three things I learned: 1) it was kind of fun. Don’t get me wrong, it sucks to change your baby, but it’s also fun getting back into your characters’ heads at that point in time, bulking them up, adding to the already vast amounts of sex and fuckery; 2) there’s a reason that woman is a successful Senior Editor; because 3) after making her requested changes, Dutch IS AMAZING.
I thought I loved it before – GAH! That was nothing. Now it is The Shit. Her suggested changes take the story over the top, add depth, build more tension, and Grace Jones makes an appearance. Because why not? Grace is the baddest. Also, all of that work only makes me more eager to get Dutch into people’s hands.
Of course, first she’s gotta love it. Senior Editor lady. The woman with all the power. Cross your fingers and toes for me and let’s hope Dutch – Update No. 3 is chock full of good news.
February 23, 2016
#Poesia – THE GIFT
THE GIFT
You mentioned in passing
a love of the absurd
your eyes lit up
your hands moved excitedly
you seemed boyish and alive
And just as quickly
you changed the subject
reined yourself in
and returned to you
That more adult version
the more respectable one
Well here’s the deal
I kind of like your feral side
so I went in search of the absurd
captured it in a glass
put a lid on top
and punched some holes for air
Keep it on your shelf
next to the tomes and treatises
pull it out every so often
and revel in the magic
It’s my gift to you
to keep long after we’ve parted
my smart serious lover
my beautiful wild child
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 20, 2016
#Poesia – MY GOOD TIME
MY GOOD TIME
My good time
begins between my ears
that jumble of ideas and thoughts and bullshit
bouncing around
waiting to be heard
Then it travels down
to my lips
full and wide and made for kissing
where it pauses
allowing your ghost of breath
to tease and taste
and tease some more
Before it seeks out my hands
hardly delicate but finely shaped
and made for exploring
your chest
hips
and whatever magic
lurks inside your jeans
And just as you’re getting hard
it hits my tits
begging for your mouth all over me
your hands full of me
as my head tosses back
and I offer you everything
Only to find my hips have taken over
swaying to a delicious beat
that screams fuck me hard
fast
and without restraint
let the good times roll
On into my thighs
trembling with anticipation
as your hands explore and own
my flesh my skin my cry of
don’t stop baby
please don’t stop
Because my ass is grooving
to a beat of its own making
that’s got you hypnotized
bewitched
undone
So deep that by the time
shit’s headed for my legs
you can’t even move
utterly paralyzed by me
and all of my sexy
As I groove to the rhythm
rolling through me
coursing through my blood
finding a home in my bones
full of sex
hunger
lust
laughter
My good time
It is so fucking delicious
Come get you some
you know you want to
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 18, 2016
February 17, 2016
#WednesdayFreeWrite – GROCERY
GROCERY
when i was a little Girl
nothing seemed more exciting
than a trip with my mom
to the local winn dixie
Riding on the outside of the cart
as she perused the aisles
searching for each item
on her perfectly penned list
Oh, mom! please can we
and the requests would begin
coke
apple jacks
donuts
ice cream sandwiches
peter pan peanut butter
wonder bread
endless pleas for each and every
kind of shitty item
we Could put into
our little brown bodies
refusing to believe
she would
could
should
say no
and yet, she did
Every damn time
because she was a firm believer in
natural peanut butter
cracklin’ oat bran
fruit
and yogurt
junk in my mom’s world
equated to tang and homemade Rice crispie treats
but i was as stubborn
as she was certain
and so I persisted
for Years
determined to get her to buy some crap
out of winn dixie
instead
she simply started shopping at kroger
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
#Poesia – IF
IF
If this is goodbye
fill me
with pretty words
kiss me
hard and deep
then let me go
forever
Don’t half-ass that shit
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 16, 2016
#Poesia – THE FALL
THE FALL
Your words
today so full of
urgency and need
care and concern
with an underlying dose of genuine
where yesterday
and all of our other days
they arrived in my lap
cloaked in snark and sarcasm
detached and distant
kind yet cold
Are you sick?
Am I to learn you are dying?
Will you finally
be leaving my side?
Or have you come to accept
that despite your resistance
your insistence you would never
the fact remains you have
mightily
suddenly
without warning
fallen for me
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
