Poem: Pussy

Here's one of my poems just in case you were missing out on some crazy cat lady/black widow action.


Pussy

I will have twenty cats and just as many lovers that I’ll keep lined up on a wall,
Not the cats, they don’t stand at attention as urns with ashes do, and pictures in frames
They always found others, but never quite moved on
a bit of them would rather be with me
if only dust in a jar to occasionally stumble over
with marabou trim, pedicure, and a leopard print dressing gown
oh, it’s not that obvious, is it?
No, lust is something more than planning,
they learned; that they like being helpless
tasteless is a flavor all it’s own and can be anything
strawberry, vanilla, handcuffs, secretary,
naughty nurses them back to health,
they find a vitality in the taboo, that I expose and conceal
like a dagger, blood-reddened lips, each kiss a bit of them inside me
falls away with a fluid wrist motion,
nothing is missing, but I’ve taken them
all the pieces are here, waiting in the doorway
I smile at the chance opening before me
As the mailman slides another letter into the brass box

Medicating the Darkest Darkness

I've been in a foul, but reflective mood the past month or two. I found some medicated clarity and don't like my surroundings. I'm going to figure out how to change that. Right now I'm at a loss beyond making some superficial changes, so join me in listening to some happy music.

Queer Fish 2 (goodreads giveaway), and Nightfall with Edgar Allan Poe.

Another quick update:

Queer Fish 2 is out now. That anthology includes my story "Lost at Sea."

And the publisher is hosting a giveaway.
Enter to win a copy on goodreads!


It's opening night for Nightfall with Edgar Allan Poe at Stuart's Opera House in Nelsonville, OH.

Here's an article, and some pictures

Tickets can be purchased here!


Also, NaNoWriMo started today. You can find my NaNo profile here.