A Very Smart Woman's Household Tips

In this Crazy Life: Tips and Tricks- Part 2!: I'm overwhelmed by all of your kind words and emails asking for more tips and ideas, and for all of the wonderful tips you have left for me...

MINTY MINTMINT

Hey!  My new mint plant has proliferated to a point of craziness!  today I had the most pleasurable experience of harvesting ...supersonic smells of lovely humming good health inducing vibes...the mint yumminess, the piqued expectation of anticipations of warm mint tea by the fire in the winter, and at the next heat wave, yes I shall make ice mint tea with it, Thank You Creator

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Love of Words

Torn between the shift and the blazor, I recommend a running deer speckled with a pink Zebra, to the oldest but newer black tuxedo.  

A Horsey Naughty Time

I remember riding the horses in rural Quebec when it was minus thirty-five with a terrifying wind chill factor.  We didn't use saddles when it was that cold - we had to ride bareback for the warm animal contact or our legs and labia would freeze.   

The horses had winter coats like fluffy kitty cats.  The fur stuck straight out at a ninety degree angle from their skins.  It was hell to groom them - we had to sponge dry clean them and brush and brush and it took hours.  My horse was a huge honey and white spotted pinto and needless to say I spent the most time dry-cleaning, everyone else had brown or black horses.  

I had two best girlfriends that I played on the horses with.  We had experimental lustful preteen sexual relations with each other and it was incredibly exciting.  It also strengthened and spiritualized our emotional relationships with each other.  We all went to the same school, rode horses and ate, talked, learned and slept together.

Out in the bush we experienced total freedom and bliss in terms of environment.  The beauty was so huge it took over our beings and allowed us be creative and happy and to fly to any direction we saw.  The horses were an integral part of that.  The sensation of galloping a horse flat out is one of the most exhilarating and fulsome experiences on earth.  The huge live beast between your legs with pounding hooves causes massive endorphin rushes that build soul and spirit.

Translate that into our own sexual language.  We were so close to our freedom that we took turns playing with each other and learning each others’ bodies with a ferocious tenderness.  We dressed and danced and performed elaborate mating rituals with each other.  We turned one living room into our harem filled with each other.  We lived in our secret world of horses and the gentle sexing of each other and it was so fine.

Oh Horses

In my youth when I was the champion three day eventer for my age, along with my two girlfriends Sarah and Susan.

We ran the horseshows with the local chapter of the Pony Club and we won everything, all the time, it was great fun!  Lovely horses too, my favourite during that time period was Apache. He was a sixteen three hand Pinto – some kind of a Warm Blood I'm thinking in the here and now.   I didn't really know or care about the horses’ breeding back then.  But he was big boned for a pinto, certainly no Arab blood - more like oversized Quarter Horse with a bit of workhorse mixed in there somewhere.  What a lovely guy, super friendly and accommodating.  He'd let us ride two and three on his back during hayrides and sleigh-rides.

He also turned out to be a very good Three Day Event horse and actually the practise of Dressage turned out to be one of his strong points.  He looked great executing the moves in the ring; le piaffe, le passage, etc.   This was back before the larger boned dressage horses were popular again and people were in the practise of using skinny little thoroughbreds, never as magnificent looking in a full “on top of the bit” crested pose as a thick - chested all purpose hunting/war horse.

Surely there is nothing so earthly magnificent as a fully mature male super-horse, large and strong and healthy,  rising up in complete supplication  to perform a difficult but beautiful pose, in complete domination by the(usually) female human atop the handsome beast.

The lovely emotional playground for the horse and the girl, so filled with glee and excitement and gratification  - beauty, grace…all in one so simple an image, so perfect a ancient form of Art.

And riding it!  I do remember the clinch of metal teeth again towards bits, tackle, long leather straps, equipment of discipline, regulated and controlled, carefully clocked against the domination of the beast, punishment instruments finely tuned to stay just in the apex, on the edge, surely dangerous with the big animal and his trusted love, his giant metal hooves coated in steel just one push just one shove and you are

         

New Poems

Scare Crow

I looked, I saw, I cracked.  I bit retreat,

Fell off the wagon of my sane, blind, recalcitrant bullhorn.

She made me.  Made me up of a thousand working parts

The table of metrics sonambulant, a blasphemic prophet

Died trying, tied to that tree (read Yellow Ribbon) in a pose

Akin to a falling pine, in the woods, without words, within the blind spot

Yes that one, the one made of air, of infinity, the saddest weeping you have ever heard

Mild Musings

When quiet, she bled.

   Up a storm

Inner heads, next to the sanctum of my gasping yet saint like flattery

The morbid indecency of a tweaked and swollen esophagus

The trailer trash nonsense, my pillared words they are

Bleeding down that path, on the trail, up her road

Well travelled, ya

To the BoatHouse

My lingerie; is tired, with trying, for twenty three long lonely years.

A page in history, a webbed screen, a series of i’s and o’s - those rhyming couplets

There! A young woman desparately scratching at the place

Within her soul, the one so many tried at, they said, try, keep on trying

You too will fall far, for the golden apple

  Of acceptance

While the middle east bloodbath ringing call to pray bells, in both of my ears

Up the Hill Backwards

Triumph to tribute to back down into the fallen tree trunk

The one that David Bowie carved his words out of pain

Terrorizing his spirit, my voice a gentle wisp of greenish hue

Spread them legs honey, spread them good and wide

And I’ll just insert this here tool into your cervix

The one we cannot fix.

Liza Tried.

I’ze the byes that build the fort

In conjunctin with every passer by

The sign of a stranger.

The ones dressed in honey bee red

Silk panties stroking inner thigh

Splendid aching upon that arch

Of orgasm, of spindled release

The beating thrum of a thousand

No, a million, sonic booms under the water

Thread like fissures, built of ancient bone

Fill up my need like

Salt in the wound of my

Strongest welt

Congenital Iconic Cognizance.

She looked, she walked

She bowed her head. 

A fit and a half

Equals

Wheels of sordid temperature, bending within

Without a wind of tortured sodomy

My electric bowels emptied again, for the fourth time this day.

quinacridone violet and phthalo blue

The rosy greenish purples

Pinkened whitely

blackened orangely

a greyed silver

peony yellow and satire Red

*NOTE – performance, hold up the colours, the different ones for each like Fanny and I discussed

A Woman/Man

…the place where my balls were once

(in another life)

sits unhappily on its pillow of skin

Mythological

There are several mythological creatures

Living in my zoo, and I don’t know what to name them all.

Should I name them after living monuments, like Tiger, Fur-Bearing Snake and

Tiddly Winkly the carbonated soda monkey?

Or, should I reach back, way back, in to that place of death meets pain meets revival

Of the fittest

And grab a hold of the one I am constantly mocking, the one I am constantly making, pseudo genuine feelings, a second nature for my twisted and battered next of kin, yes, she, the one in pink.

Good Creatures

How could this place, hold so many of the naked past whimsies

That flittered around the inside my locked hymen

Bosoms and never matured little skin flaps

Cross reference to the Stallion

Ripping her mane with his Teeth

In every effort to mount and do.

BEAUTIFUL lyrics, performance, wonderful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Thank you ANGELA, who is my Valentine, on Valentines Day

The Love and The Blissssssss (a reminder of Summer on this cold winter day)