Honest Farts

Early in the honeymoon phase of mine and my husband’s ten-year relationship, I had drifted into sleep while he quietly finished his book. Somewhere in the moments of early sleep and deep body relaxation, I let one rip. I have never in my life farted so loudly I woke myself up, but that night I... Continue Reading →

On “to thy own self be true”

"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →

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