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If I had a $ for every time I’ve been called a muse… ‘inspirational’. 

I admit. I’ve enjoyed your desire & my ego has been sufficiently stroked by what you’ve created from me.       But I’m no longer content. I want to a-muse myself now.         

I am After all The Fertile one. 
So I’m going to impregnate the fuck out of myself.              
I’ll start with jazz ( a woman likes to be woo’d after all).        I’ll vibrate between all those polyrhythms and be titlated with every scratch off the record. 

I’ll then dress myself in the kind of fabric that will rub up against my skin enough All eggs will release themselves in the belief something is coming.

I’ll run myself a hot bath so I can return to the womb      Talk to it and say       Let’s birth this baby 

I’ll fire up my gut with cardamom, chilli and cinnamon so instinct will say 

Yes Yes Oh yes 

And no.    will come with a resounding full stop. 

Artists have never needed money to create. I don’t need your dollar coins. 

            I am the Fertile one after all. 


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Midnight Musings

1.The wandering soul
Lost in nights illuminations
Silently tore at a multitude of nothings.

2.She wasn’t in the habit of doing anything too delicately, but this evening found that each page deserved a certain courtesy as it was turned.

3.It wasn’t so much the warmth of the evening that caused her to kick back sheets plentiful; she had become distracted by a series of question marks in the dark of whom, quite simply, deserved a good roughing up.

4.Quiet contemplations cause cavernous carnivory.

5. Wrapped up in arms and legs imagined, she threw her weight into the body of her mattress.
At 7.13pm
A body sinking.

Do you want the x’s or o’s
In the tic-tac-toes?
The strings or the bows,
The eyes open or does?
In the throws
Who knows
Which way the game goes
But play! play! til foes
Or love hard so she grows.
X’s or o’s
Always play for loves ‘woahs’.

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