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Name martinique
Location africa
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a table and chairs stand in the sand. a square wooden table and square wooden seats. firm and bulky but uncomplicated. a barbecue, cut from  a forty liter diesel drum and a little lower than waist height, has been divided in its length and soldered onto wheels for easy maneuvering. a sufficient little umbrella provides shade over the coals and smoking ribs. but her back is warm and brown and bare while she bastes the ribs with tablespoons of marinade. it drips into the coals and sizzles lazily and loudly. she squeezes lemon juice into the mixture of butter, apricot jam, freshly crushed garlic and chopped chili, all the time stirring it. garlic makes love to the air around her and orgasms in her nostrils. the ribs are crispy brown and shiny with the piping sauce. she looks inside the ice box to see if the potato salad is still okay and to set the cabernet fudge cream cakes upright again and moves the box back into the shade under the table. she puts more bricks under the grill to lessen the heat for the ribs and places the tongs neatly onto a paper napkin. walking over to him, she attracts his attention by resting her shadow on him. the breeze is cool and the sun, snug. holding out her hand which he takes in his, she pulls him up out of the canvas chair. she kisses him on his lips. hers are eager and intense and she has to make an effort to draw away from him. their feet drag through the thick white sand till they get to the firm wetness and bathe their ankles in the tiny, ice cold waves. they stand close, arms pressing against each other, body weight moving from one foot to another, turning around, backs to the ocean, faces looking north, turning around a bit more and facing the ocean again, eyes squint against the sun. all the time her arm is touching his, pressed close together like they are slow dancing with limbs tied to each other, a closeness that is completely satisfying in itself. they do not talk much; they are happy and sunlight laughs on the water, with t

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of zebras

of zebras

Poetry #9 / Spiritual #11
17 parts / 4 pages, updated Jul 26, 2014PG-13Video
zebra embryos start out with a dark skin but go on to develop white stripes before birth...
10,208 reads votes 809 comments 961
shapes shift

shapes shift

Spiritual #8 / Poetry #8
10 parts / 4 pages, updated Jul 25, 2014G
i love the challenge of form poetry, especially the invented poetry forms. i have wanted them in a separate collection for a long time. this is it.
5,566 reads votes 460 comments 623
haiku/senryu

haiku/senryu

Spiritual #75 / Poetry #125
81 parts / 2 pages, updated Jul 23, 2014PG-13
69,238 reads votes 3,727 comments 3,750
love letters from ruby

love letters from ruby

Spiritual #376
25 parts / 21 pages, updated Jun 15, 2014PG-13Video
One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all t... read more
16,763 reads votes 781 comments 1,355
oceanswing

oceanswing

Spiritual #45 / Poetry #70
23 parts / 6 pages, updated May 29, 2014PG-13Video
i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is me. and i love the ocean. many of th... read more
214,901 reads votes 1,924 comments 1,902
yebo

yebo

Spiritual #334
5 parts / 2 pages, updated May 25, 2014GVideo
1,598 reads votes 256 comments 322
octad

octad

Spiritual #420 / Poetry #429
19 parts / 2 pages, updated May 15, 2014PG-13Video
6,669 reads votes 573 comments 779
moot

moot

19 parts / 2 pages, updated Apr 14, 2014PG
7,092 reads votes 568 comments 1,083
obsess

obsess

17 parts / 2 pages, updated Apr 06, 2014GVideo
12,842 reads votes 544 comments 691
eight

eight

Poetry #428
20 parts / 3 pages, updated Mar 06, 2014PG
6,908 reads votes 443 comments 627
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like a mantra. every which way. :)
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i first read 'And as pretty as a whistle in the rain.'
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how can a secret be a secret if it's hidden well? then it won't have to be a secret...i love this.
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it seems an idea that is so tight, it propels and feeds itself.
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was their mom called mary?? i might know them... ;))) u entertain me no end, standingbear! :)
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