and what should i call this place

The playground in the park down the street sits empty

Collecting heat waves in replacement of children’s fingerprints.

When I say the word Playground today

I still envision the bare metal bars on cement from yesterday.

Olympia is as still as the playground today.

Returning to the slow languid movement of a small progressive town

I feel home beating inside me as I begin to

Come back into myself.

LadyFest:

Womyn stomping and stamping the streets with girls in their pockets

And hearts on their sleeves.

Kimya, Traci, Von Iva and The Gossip oozing revolutions

Into my chest.

Have I forgotten to catch my breath again?

No, no.  I have found it,

It is here

Right next to me

Inhaling a rainbow full of too much color.

Germany, Texas, Portland, Seattle, Arcadia, Virginia and Maine

Pile up on the sidewalk in the long strip of shade.

The bank’s revolving sign read 104 degrees from I-5

As we piled up to Seattle in gridlock traffic on Sunday afternoon.

My soul food appears on every street corner

And I am drunk on love, admiration, inspiration and joy.

My community is RADICAL!

My blood runs hott like a woman who is ready to be touched

After a long winter of abstinence.

3am reads the clock as I bury my head

in this pillow, in this bed, in this house for the last time tonite.

Thoughts of packing and moving buried long before.

The most fabulous Crustie Crew of

5 1 sing Pirate songs from the back of the truck

with their Pabst cans balancing on the tops of hazardously packed boxes.

New House.  Old House.  There are ghosts here in this house

That kiss me goodnite and stir longing into my coffee in the morning.

I am going, going, going like

The good little ant that I am:

Strapping my fears and inhibitions

Onto my belt as I ride that roller coaster to the very top.

And even though I know another drop is coming

I feel secure and grounded.

I am glad this place is Home.

blisters

By myself again

California King holding the small of my back: 

I am thinking about our conversation this afternoon. 

I was alone in the office. 

People in some foreign room in some foreign city surrounded her. 

Somehow she didn’t feel that far away

as the words fell out of her:

two: three:

My breath left me

long before that moment

and hours later into the day I find myself still searching for it. 

I think she’s hidden it somewhere

between her thumb and her pinky….

Cradled it deep into the lifeline of her palm. 

There was a fully clothed moment

where I fell fist deep into my nudity:

I was not scared: I was not coy: I was…. 

And I told her that summer was a good time to be hott. 

She didn’t answer 

but I’m sure she agrees.

Symptoms of Inner Peace

1.  Tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than from fears based on past experiences.

2.  An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.

3.  Loss of interest in judging other people.

4.  Loss of interest in judging self.

5.  Loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.

6.  Loss of interest in conflict.

7.  Loss of ability to worry.

(This is a very serious symptom)

8.  Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.

9.  Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.

10.  Frequent attacks of smiling through the eyes from the heart.

11.  Increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.

12.  Increasing susceptibility to love extended by other as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.

:::::  SASKIA    DAVIS  :::::

813.6 miles

Olympia to Seattle:          61.59 miles

Seattle to George:           148.81 miles

George to Spokane:          131.19 miles

Spokane to Portland:        351.30 miles

Portland to Deer Island:    33.72 miles

Deer Island to Olympia:    86.99 miles

So, we left Oly on
Saturday afternoon. 
We arrived back home late Sunday nite.

*grins*

Most all of this was for Gina.
Some of this was for the fuck of it.
The grrls had to go to Spokane anyway.

...

Sunset adventures on the edge of the world.
Glass water underfoot.
Alluring hands pushing
my back against the chain link fence.

Ice wrestling,
broken toes,
cannot do without the poetry and prose.

It was an okay weekend,
I suppose!

...

Warped in so many ways: she unfolds me in less than 200 miles. 

I suppose that it's easier to see just how many vices I really do have
and do engage in
when I
stand: sit: kneel: pray
next to her
in a quiet quick sand field. 

Sunk
into the branches
pressed upon the ground
for a picnic with no wine or cheese
on a dirty punk jacket
with only one button... 

I fall
in love
with another moment,
another blurp in time.

I am filled with a satisfied desire to engage. 
How is it so easy to
be there
in the serene
amidst bad music that even a hill:ravine:forest
cannot mute? 

Did we really drive
86 miles
with only a
momentary pause? 

Sometimes,
I think I talk too much. 

Other times,
I know I do. 

I felt oddly safe
wrapped in red sports car moments
with you. 

I have no delusions about how far the atlantic licks from the pacific. 

That doesn't end the intrigue:
doesn't quench eager desire:
doesn't inhibit me
from falling in love
one moment at a time
or all at once
bathed in ice or water from a can.

when midnight dissapates

Midnight slips in silently between my
black cotton bed sheets
rousing me
like an erotic dream.

I'm sleeping in a new room again.
The first few nights are always the hardest...
sleep
slipping
in and out
like spontaneous lovers leaving
tainted fingerprints
on the walls.
Curtains drawn to the orange glow
of the streetlamps
as digital red
splashes across the floor
from the alarm clock
displaying 3am.

Images of
boys and girls
asserting time
in backroom closets
fill my imagination.
I roll over to face myself again.
I can feel the past of this room
tracing lines
of the present onto the palm of my hands.

 It's itchy.
I guess it always is when I shed.

bioluminescent organisms

Two Riot Grrrls From New York;

One Swing Dancin Underager
(I didn't know, no matter WHAT Gina tells you!);

One random chic that nobody knows

One Private Beach
(well, anything's private at 3am); 

A SHITLOAD of Bioluminescent Organisms 

(see picture below for an example);

AND of course, ME

By far one of the most exciting adventures that I have undertaken in this not so forsaken village/town/city........ 

Does anyone else know about Bioluminescent Organisms?  

I just can't stop saying it.  

I've recently lost faith in love, but think that I might have just found a new version.  I really do love Bioluminescent Organisms.  Did I tell you that I got naked, down to the core, and swam in the FREEZING sound water with all the Bioluminescent Organisms?

Oy.... just can't get enough of them!

drip drip

dripping

from head to toe
in freckled thoughts
that will not leave me alone.

even when i am alone
you will find me sitting here-
from you I cannot hide.

i run from bed to bed
girl to girl
just to find you
nude
abreast shaken sheets.

just exactly
who do you think you are?

what's the fucking difference?!

What's the fucking difference between Porn and Erotic Art?

Main Entry: por·nog·ra·phy
Function: noun
Etymology: Greek pornographos, adjective, writing about prostitutes, from pornE prostitute + graphein to write; akin to Greek pernanai to sell, poros journey -- more at FARE, CARVE
1 : the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writing) intended to cause sexual excitement
2 : material (as books or a photograph) that depicts erotic behavior and is intended to cause sexual excitement
3 : the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction <the pornography of violence>

Erotic art covers any artistic work including paintings, sculptures, photographs, music and writings that is intended to evoke erotic arousal or that depicts scenes of love-making.

Eroticism is an aesthetic focused on sexual desire, especially the feelings of anticipation of sexual activity.

Erotica, from the Greek eros, "love", are works of art, including literature, photography, film, sculpture and painting, that deal substantively with erotically stimulating or arousing descriptions. Erotica is rather a modern word used to describe the portrayal of human sensuality and sexuality with high-art aspirations, differentiating such work from commercial pornography.

It has been said, ironically, that "The difference between erotica and pornography is simple. Erotica is what I like; pornography is what you like, you pervert".

While pornography popularly focuses on unadorned and unemotional lusts and the explicit depiction of sexual acts, erotica tends to define material with a higher emotional content, the development of place, character and story line, or of an overall artistic theme. However, such distinctions are necessarily subjective and may say more about the critic's own tastes on erotic material than the artistic and other attributes of the material itself. In the motion picture sense, soft porn is a similar kind of commercial art form that resides in the area between erotica and hardcore pornography, although erotica, as a type of fine art, may also be highly explicit.

It is a notable trait of the strength of the human reproductive drive relative to the psyche as a whole, that unambiguous reference to sexuality, framed in a manner which the perceiver thereof finds acceptable, tends to initiate an involuntary reaction of sexual arousal, possibly building increased sexual desire, which may lead to creating or taking advantage of opportunity to engage in sexual activity. This can be true of erotica just as well as other, both more and less refined references to sex. 

Depictions of the human body which merely fail to conceal or disguise the secondary sexual characteristics of its particular gender may be all that is necessary to trigger arousal in a person who is attracted to that gender. For this reason, erotica is too broadly described merely in terms of the effect that it engenders in its audience, as all sexually related matter has the potential to create such an effect. For example, in the absence of the availability of pornography, some men have used clothing catalogs as a form of erotica.