Wordle #89

Week 89

One by one they surrender

the idle, the pretentious, the threadbare.

The nebulous pivot, warm in alliteration,

hands cascade over curves twice their volume.

A velvet crushed frock draped

in your heartbeats bolts across the floor.

We are young, naive as such, willing to spare.

I drink the ethanol from your lips,

your eyes pollen-hazed. And we dance

tripping on fascination, two Ateliers

locked in armistice. You”ll never outdo me

my soul is vociferous and psychedelic.

I glimpse you spilling wine into the washbasin

squeamish silks a fracture of misaligned palates.

You’re mad, mind-fucked by the divine,

I love you in all the ways that stigmatize.

We are still painting. We had the idea to paint and stencil a pattern, that takes a long time haha. This week I am truly slammed aside from the painting/clean up. I have several meetings, a fund-raising event for Isadora’s school plus Lucia. I have so many pinched nerves right now! Left wrist, right shoulder, right hip. I have a brace for my wrist which works wonders but the other stuff I am just going to have to wait it out and try to relax. I attempted to write something for you today. Please forgive me for the lack of comments this week and the slowness.


Ballet Senryuu


Pendent she departs

Mid air into a nocturne

Gypsy satellite


She courts gravity

He unbinds her, a crescent moon

Sweeping the heavens


He drapes her, swan-like

Inside his solar plexus

An instinct replayed


Her tortured body

Is striking in rebellion

Venusian temptress

Free Love



She arranges the doves nesting

In the folds of her paisley print skirt

Adjusts the daisy behind her left ear

And proffers an otherworldly smile

To every soul in want of intimacy


She is wild, lupine, endemic

Her pale thighs clutch my spine

As I accelerate her orbit

Around the moon