http://damnosa.com/wp09 Latin: An accursed inheritance or gift which brings more harm than benefit. Thu, 10 Dec 2009 21:13:56 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I love good food.  I love to cook and am pretty good at it.  But I've always been afraid of baking bread. First of all, the nature of yeast is confounding.  Animal?  Vegetable?  Sea monkey?  We didn’t do much real baking at our house, so the yeast packets were written in ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/12/bread/ Translucent will. We wear the salted melon freshly green its nakedness is younger than killing but older than joy. It stares back, will. It smiles at you there, wild your star is too liquid and ferocious to do any good. Its feverful growl seeps and devours the hard question of me. Patient will. In your business of bleeding and scorching down my mountain side eating everything in your path and ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/12/resolve/ And he dug under my nails knew my secrets could smell me It seemed important [necessary that it remain impossible] cellular, genetic And I relucted recanted resisted resigned reveled And he relied on lied was lied to forgave crumbled So we danced through hell made a mess tried to excuse barely survived While she held on for dear life won http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/11/anatome-2/ An impossibly blonde Jesus steps up to the Mudville plate swinging his turnkey providence knocking Calvary from his cleats Rowdy boosters spill cola, rend their clothes, shout in mysterious licorice tongues for this unspeakable congress with the sacred slugger The pitcher wears an emerald snake around her arm she shakes off a sign or two ignoring first the locusts, then the burning ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/09/diamond-sutra/ From the relative protection of a shared bus stop at least the sky wasn't quite so low inside, held back by timid fluorescence one lamp stutters apologetically under the weight of all that winter. She has lipstick on her teeth as we trade smiles that flickering fixture grin that we use on strangers and underlings; the one that says beastly weather, please don't ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/08/kiosk/ What to say if you see me thinking these things. Are you peering between the bars pulling up the scab with a stick to see my pink flesh, suddenly cool and rising to defend itself against your eyes the tongue of you worrying the lost tooth hole of me or did you wander in to find me at the piano, ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/07/geek-amour/ evocative smoke in his sad, brilliant when with a lip for burned coffee and insolent women. http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/05/passing-fancy/ There was the name I stole from you and took with me all the way from California, from Texas, to my wrist like lavender oil, breathing behind this picture window in deep Ellington chords There was the lie I told about my beauty and how I held the lie up to myself in the folded mirror like a ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/04/pollock-paints-the-confessional/ I have something of yours. I found it     on the bathroom sink     between the sheets     waiting in the kitchen     between pages     in the blue satin box next     to the bed where I keep     my vibrators     at the corner of my desk     where I banged my knee     at the bottom of a ... http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/04/ransom-of-the-exhausted-and-confused/ Come over me like a chill climb up into my turret Christ save us all from a death like this Strange to me now are the forms I meet that are not you. http://damnosa.com/wp09/2009/04/demigod-in-abstentia/