INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

What am I wearing? Your voice in my hands gives them warmth— makes me feel the fan on my face. Gives them guidance. Makes me know the suck of your words driving my mind to lie back. So passive in passionate grope on the edge of the bed. Lips swollen moist at the thought of your mouth inside mine. What am I wearing? Your stare on my lips gives them wet-- makes me feel the crisp of the night on my back. Gives them strength-- makes me trust in the curve of your neck rushing my mind to lie back. So sated in promising thrust on the edge of the bed. Cheeks flushing hot at the feel of your legs wrapped in mine. What am I wearing? Your soul in my thighs gives them dark-- Makes me feel the chill of the room on my chest. Gives them reason-- Makes them know the soothe of your fingers gentling my heart to lie back. So cradled in unconscious shudder on the edge of the bed. Hair tousled, damp at the sight of your hand over mine. Written by Eliza Jane...

Do you want to know what keeps me up at night, what makes my stomach tighten up, clench at the mere thought? Do you really want to know? Well it’s like this…. We work so hard to learn so much to be so much to do so much all in such a rush no time to blush grab a bite and go! But why, tell me why do we do “it” at all? (What is “it” anyway?) Tell me why. Do you know why? Well, do you? DO YOU ? Let me tell you something…. “Tell me,” you say. No time these modern days to sit down anymore, and share meal familial, staring, baring ourselves in the light of the real reality we’ve created, alone, isolated, bombarded by screen crawls, pop ups, sound bytes, downloads, all remote-controlled by our tweets and our socially-networked personas tucked nicely in the palm of your hand. Still don’t understand? Take a swig of that imported water while driving by smellified local lakes festering fish choked on phosphates, foaming mistakes of our...

How far along am I? Hmmmm, I’m not really sure. Can’t seem to recall The exact moment the Fertilized thought took root, Anchoring in my womb. Which one are you talking about?  Was it 10 years ago… Wait, no…. How about last night, In three weeks? The day after tomorrow? If only I were pregnant like this every day. I’d pay good money just for that. Really. I’m not joking. I’m not crazy. I’m not showing. I’m not moody. I’m just growing larger and larger, expanding horizons, if you will…. I don’t have morning sickness, not like you think, not yet, not really.  I get poetic poisoning when I take too long to float, to think, to center, to write all the flutterings down The pieces try to drown me, Weighing down my heart, swelling with the full force of feeling enlightened tickling the walls of my mind…. Kicking me softly into here and now, Rubbing my tummy absently, Humming lullabies to the creative little cooings inside, open me wide to the ...

 If y’all are in the Broward County area on Friday, September 24th, from NOON til 6pm COME ON DOWN To the 2nd Annual Lauderdale Lakes Health Awareness Day Sponsored by United Way of Broward County (where I work n stuff) and the American Institute 3190 N. State Rd 7, Lauderdale Lakes, FL 33319 Call 954-777-0083 for more info Featuring SPECIAL GUEST Lorenzo “Ice Tea” Thomas! FREE Mini-Physical Exams and Health Screenings FREE Health Care Workshops FREE Financial Workshops Come on, ya KNOW ya WANNA.... Click on the link below for flier and more info: http://www.unitedwaybroward.org/index.php?src=events&srctype=detail&category=UWBC%20General%20Events&refno=3735

I love lava lamps. Gotta love 'em. Always have. Maybe I'm just a product of my generation…. So simple, so GROOVY, so ebb and flow, letting go Of all the stuff that Clogs the soul…. Besides, sometimes I feel like embracing my "inner amoeba," ya know, and just stare off into space, drifting in and out of businesslike relevance. A "lava" state of mind, if you will…. It's hard not to smile, just for a little while, so hard not to be entranced by all the positive, glowy warmth of the float-drift-and fall into the cozy, enthralled by that illuminated blob in a tube. Stretching, reaching, spreading that gooey bit of happy and peaceful, not giving a damn about deadlines or gossip, or "what do they think" Don't THINK Take a break, back away from the desk Take a deep breath, and just drink of that rich, tubey, trance-like you'll be. Lovin' that free Kick back, and be…. Soak up that feeling of ooh la la lava. Don't bother me, I'm get...