cocky approach #30Days

man thinks
about the size of his cock
i think
about that pondering
how a man wanting me
to think
about the size of the cock
of the man who wrote
about the smallness of another mans cock
while writing a tribute for another man
while fixating on me watching him and
wondering
what his cock feels like

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin

free spirited #30Days

53 years
free spirited Black woman
through
decades of shaming
decades of gaslighting
for it yes
but
live long enough
you won’t care
just be concerned for
and have empathy for
others
not just yourself
but also
not without yourself.

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin aka
free spirited Black woman

Liberation Libation #30Days

3 am message
changing towards
truth in existence
pain in such freedom
knowing
we free ourselves
as we accept
love

eluding digital capture #30Days

never too old to be kinky
never too educated to orgasm
never too respectable to admit a need
pandemics tend to forbid
even vibrators don’t satisfy a taste for sperm
or an urge to connect flesh against flesh
communal ecstasy thus eluding digital capture

corona dream loop #30Days

i
am
chasing moonbeams at night
evading sunbeams at day
evading moonbeams at night
chasing sunbeams at day
until
i
awaken

digital wolf #30Days

no spouse
no children
no life outside quarantine
no life outside work
hence
mad selfies
mad sharing
mad texting
privacy digitalized
offline is now sleep
peeks inside
my brain
now starved
of touch

Almost that time #30Days

May will be a mix of flash fiction and flash poetry via my #30Days  challenge.  Let me know if  you are down for it!

May 1, 2020 is the starting day.

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rush hour flood, or heart storm

i know what
that feels like
moments of distress
abandonment
in a rush hour crowd
that feels like
walking
through mind storms
flooded by sorrow
unspoken
ignoring
voices in the wind
a need to be not seen
well meant but alien
well wishes but unknown
i know this
runs like
water in a creek.

blur cars dew drops

riptide dream

panic swell drag
roiling memories
buried under deep sea
now a swirling riptide
as I swim towards shore
grateful to not drown
as I am pulled closer
towards morning light

photography of body of water

feel me #30days

rush of you
like a wave
inside me
may drown me
like a bag full of marbles
hanging over the side of my bed
my neck is rubber
I bend my torso likewise
breath of victory moves within me
like a troubling storm swelling
you meet my rolling contractions
riding your fiery chariot
with relentless heat

eye of the storm image from outer space

trade off

how much

of ourselves

are we willing

to give up

to suppress

to silence

to ignore

for respectability

depending on

what the self is?

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aubade #30days

anodic aurora approaching
celestial waves rising
dancing with the sun

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crux #30days

eight years
in a bubble
flying high
above treetops
above crowds
floating among
you
all
spinning
yarn balls
of sound and sight
memory string
emotion
no anchor
no certainty
no touch
alone

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Guess it’s about that time for stories…. #30days

Now that I’ve gotten a couple of poems or working efforts at poems out my head, time to build a short short story aka flash fiction. Give me a day and a strange dream to pull it off.

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Ripening #30days

Colorful midnight
spasmodic soundbite
distilled sunning
rose water singing
bright light running
still emerging

shallow focus photography of pink rose

Does my writing persist in talking about topics you prefer me to not mention?

Read “Laugh of the Medusa” by Helene Cixous, and get an understanding of how my feminism works, why I embraced the idea of women’s writing moving beyond reinforcing heteronormative, male-centered, binary, phallocentric gender performance, why it is so importance for the liberation of women and men from these limits that women and especially Black women write ourselves into the revolution, and of course, look for opportunities to disrupt the dominant paradigm currently chopping us into soylent green.

This is what a feminist looks like.

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clitoral strains #30days

an eventide tour into the wind of arousal
running on cornbread and long island tea
a lively car made from a bed needing no gas
climbing hills with green love engine throbbing
like a clitoral kitten moaning cannabic heat
a thundershower however hard it tries
still persists as water falling

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