Navel Gazing
Halfway between head and genitalia, not strictly sexual, but, like Spears herself, "not that innocent" either, the belly button is a liminal marker.
Essays
Creative nonfiction essays
Mean
Wife two was a stripper. And sweet, too. He traded her in for me, wife number three. To people I don't know, I say she was a dancer.
Memo from Bridesmaid #8
Anyway, after a couple of hours with Stephanie I wanted to shout, “Gin is NOT a fragrance, you fat ho!”
Casablanca to Marrakech
Her history's desert is full of potentates sharpening their swords, inventing icon free art, alphabets, practicing equality, creating five pillars of Islam and navigation star map tools, breaking wild stallions, building tiled adobe fortresses, selling spices, writing language.
No Man’s Land
Barren, fertile, virgin, dry – we speak of our land like a biblical woman. And it’s no mistake. We come from a grand tradition. Gaia, Demeter, Pele and Eve. Primordial women who knew about cycles and passages. Birthing and deathing and intricate dancing between. Myrle Daniels Kilen Salsbury, who took on the name of each …
The Discovered Physician
Before he was text, he was a physician.
Coprophagy
I had seen a lot at that
point, already, in terms of pornography. Things too numerous to
mention, I suppose, if I think about it. But, I had never seen coprophagy.
Werewolves and Whooping Birds
Sides of the bed have been established, and it’s me who has the outside while Guess Who snuggles safely in the last-to-die spot by the wall.
Squirrel
He said he would set a trap for the squirrel and return periodically to check it. "We can't let him stay out there all night," he said. "He could freeze."
On the Way to CNN (or, Strife During Wartime)
It’s March 2003, and a late snowstorm is capping what was the snowiest winter since 1978 when we were all kids and school closed for a week. I’ve got a wood stove and a novel to write, and I should be sitting in front of the one and working on the other. Instead, I’m in …