I never thought I would see another eight years. Really, I didn't. After my cancer surgery in 2007, my oncologist was certain that more cancer would grow, that the surgery I had wouldn't hold, and that I'd die. Thankfully that hasn't happened, and today marks eight years since I underwent the surgery to save my life. … Continue reading Eight years in remission – viva la vulva!
Loose udders and mucus plugs signals new life on the grass and clods of dirt. Lilies dance on water the way flies hover over fresh meat. A heifer drops its snout into the trough to drink – not greedily, but more delicately, sucking on the water in a docile way – fickle for a beast. Pebbles, clumps … Continue reading New year pastoral
There is no indecision. Just the untangling of hair you manage to do so elegantly just as your door rises akimbo to the air. The clang of chain takes a crack at chipping away your softness, but nothing can touch you. You graft to my pupil; that absence of fear swimming in your eyes; sailing … Continue reading Providore
18.4.12 Arousing menu cream of corn soup, coconut ice and a bucket of tea. 19.4.12 Dark hair, green smock. Laughter lines and white pickets of teeth. My old friend, the muse. 20.4.12 Doctors appointment. Nail biting afternoon. He is still not sure.
Octopus to tease, a sampling of goat, then line my belly with beef cheeks.
I baked scones. It's a fucking miracle they turned out ok.
Out with friends. Too much food. Roll me home.