#Poesia – 24/7

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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.

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#Poesia – SELF CARE

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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.

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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?

WTF

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.

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#Poesia – THE GIFT

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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.

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#Poesia – MY GOOD TIME

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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

You’re never gonna
want it to end


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.

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