Tag Archives: poetry

Working for his muse: R.T. Sedgwick bridges the worlds of science and poetry

In poetry, there are no rules for writing and questions don’t have to be answered.

My Violin of an Armpit

Music is sexy. My body is music. God help me play it long and strong!!! ...down Thorn.

I am very into what the body has to say. It communicates just as clearly as a stop sign if you let it. I was in the shower once and as I was shaving I thought, “my violin of an armpit”. It made me laugh to myself.

How do you see your not so celebrated parts? How do you celebrate what is taboo about your body? What does that even mean?

Dry souls

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorched... mother earth.

I don’t want to be a dry soul. It’s one of the things that drive me to be more honest, more TLA-transformative, more gravitas… and then Thorn comes and we laugh at how I can take it all too seriously. And then he lets me cry. And then he tells a pun, and we start the cycle again. A Word With You Press lets me be me, and I’m the better for it.