Wild FoodsScrape a silver coin across your piece;Wild Foods
If it doesn’t turn black, the flesh is safe to eat.
My father, summoned before the gnarled roots of an ancient cedar tree,
is brought to his knees and ordered to court death with a hunting knife as
he offers this worm-eaten dryad prenatal sacrifice.
Amanita is torn from the womb, and her universal veil slit, dark cap distending like the belly of a blushing babe - maggoty gut overripe with curdled mother’s milk.
No qualms,
Daddy carves expertly through and, cradling her gills against his thumb,
slic
Self PortraitNapoleon's Mistress“It is my turn now.”Napoleon's Mistress
My fingers march by file, draw up, fall back in parallel lines as I traverse
his muscular trenches.
Small hands glide smoothly, swift to divide and conquer.
“Do you so delight in teasing me this way?” he asks,
and his voice takes on an almost pleading edge.
It is my turn now
to mount these hips and seize control of the quiet power of a fortress centuries old.
Devious Journal Entry
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Me: *mockingly* Life is crushing in on me
Jen: So...bite it. That should teach it ^^
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You make the pins in my hear† wiggle
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
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