The Long Hike — I Want Us To Put Our Feet On The Lonely Path.
By Tom Grasso
The Untold Story Sleeping Within The Strokes: Part Two.
There they were, still embracing as Maxwell’s music painted the background, and the crimson played from the radio matching the rouge in my room! It was here that Mica pulled away only long enough to look at her in such a way, their noses so close together. He brushed her hair from her forehead ...
Seven Deadly Sins Of Love Addicts.
I think I would have felt less shame if the words I had to speak were, “Hi. My name is Banu. I am a cocaine junkie.”
Finding Goddess At The Root.
As I surrendered the loss of my old self, I uncovered the whispers of my ancient soul. I realized that I had been called to the root of my body in a right of passage to understand the divine feminine. Once I surrendered to the brokenness of my physical core, I reclaimed my spiritual center.
I Have No Wish To Be Careful In Love: From The Insides Of A Minnow Bucket. {poetry}
Everyone keeps telling me to be careful in love.
But it’s my own dream after all.
It’s my own dream…
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Thirteen. {fiction}
He rubbed his lower belly with his large dirt-caked paw and his thin grey t-shirt rode up to reveal the marble carvings of his hip bones. She breathed in through her nose and her eyes got stuck right above his soft leather belt for a moment. But he seemed to like watching her watch him.
To Love a Winged Woman.
Learn from her to dance upon currents of air, to close your eyes halfway against the wind, and to become drunk on spaciousness. Experience ecstasy as you sweep, swirl, swivel and swerve upward.
When It’s Love, It Doesn’t Hurt.
And sometimes, when you have a tiring and stressful day, and your cat pukes all over your bed, or your boss is a douche troll, you give a piece of pie that isn’t the whole. Because love is giving what we can, to a partner who values our wholeness, in all its fucked-up-ness.
Sun Salutations While Surviving A Short Stint In County Jail.
Part of surviving a short, unfortunate stint in county jail -- something unimagined in my safe, suburban middle class life -- came down to finding a safe path, a negotiated space of compromise.