Mammarian Herstory


remember those days of cocksure adolescence?

drawn on drawling

rowdy Maybelline insouciance

when we guzzled from the trough

of soured milk cooption.

we tugged clingy dress outrage

o’er demure plaid skirted unease

spouting misogynist invectives

in misbegotten self-defense

“suck my left tit!”

as if sacrificing the sanctity

of one safeguarded

the other from prying

eyes or sticky fingers.


how had the left


to be lamb led

slaughter side?

as we harnessed

encephalitic fevers

hormone jittery fed

and strutted, teetering

in our stiletto’d nonchalance

incapable of appreciative

mirror self-study.


these mammaries

they have nourished

hungry babes

soothed broken hearts

and fired thirsty fantasies.

what they may lack

in perk they heft

in earned respect.


trust, today

if I offer

left OR right

in comfort, tear-absorbing

or for quenching

alternate blazes

I expect dignity


with venerated


A Picture, or 1000 Words?

when you paint me

will I flow from your brush

cerulean and magenta profusions

my intimate sins

bleeding O’Keeffe’s rainbows

stunning explosions

across your pages?

or will you sketch me

in botanic taxonomy

skunk cabbage petals

heavy with heat crimp

pinned and labeled

for methodical scrutiny?


you buzz about my petals

alight instinctive



I anticipate your sting

Guest Barista Aurora Phoenix-Cool-tinted

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe kindly featured this piece today.
Stop by and sip some warm thoughts with them.

Go Dog Go Café

Cool-tinted breezes beguile her

Kiss her cheeks with braid-released tendrils

Gently flutter loose-hanging shirt

Waft relief to exertion’s perspiration

Whisper blissful counterpoint

To sun’s glowing caress

Paint her skin soulfully free

Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

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