my skin
your skin

wet skin
red skin
slide in

fore play
play day

hip sway
rock away

nibble ear
tickle rear

nail drag
hair tug

hard pulse
walls swell

stiff peak
heart quick

~ Emily C.



Across the Universe

By request from an Instagram follower friend for a surprise Beatles song. Of course, I’d pick one of the harder ones to sing! #lungpower


Across the Universe ~ The Beatles
(Click link for video. This one is when they were visiting  India!)

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universeJai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universeJai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

The Ring

I have too many poems in my head
they fight for front row seat

words tangled in the ring
something’s in my way, I can’t see

Round 1 bell rings
fists of profundity punch

sweat gets in the eyes, stings
a wicked left stanza lands with a crunch

overseeing the dance of metaphoric play
the muse referees with a comical grin

“this will be the bout of the day!”
laughing at all the commotion

I hear the cheers, the egging on
the internal critic forever complains

while the crowd roars at the swings
eager to watch with anticipation

…the voices are familiar, their jeers, too
repetitive chorus of my mind’s song

hearing all the times I’ve doubted
I drown myself in buttery popcorn

No one can recognize this author
the one who threw the words

I hide behind flinging thoughts
waiting for one to be my Balboa

No more popcorn, lights turn on
letters everywhere, words mauled

Up for critique, lone prose stands
alone, triumphantly pants

~ Emily C.



Return to Sender

Her finger still had the impression of the ring she wore.

That Christmas, she had trod through the deep snow, on a cold clear day to the post office. The houses still had garlands, the windows still had trees, the roofs still had Santas.

She still had the ring.

As she opened the door, the ice fell off her weathered boots and tinkled on the floor into a puddle where a rogue ray of sun shined. This drew the attention of the small town folk in line to return their own holiday gifts.

Their eyes looked at her like they knew what she was there to return. Of course, that was more her imagination than anything else.  And of course, they probably did. Word travels fast here: “that girl who rejected a perfectly good man…shame.”

Cradling the small box wrapped in brown paper, addressed to him, she found herself sheepishly hiding at the end of the line. That awkward silence…where people are stuck together in a confined space, each secretly swearing at the customer at the counter who is taking forever to finish their turn – she took some deep breaths and observed.

She observed them.  She observed her feelings.  It really was the only way.  She had found the strength to say no to something that seemed like an obvious yes to everyone else observing her life. And while there was nothing wrong with him, there was something wrong with them.  Pretending that it was meant to be because it was expected to happen, wasn’t going to do either of them any favors in the long run.

It was the hardest no she had to say. But, it was the most important one.

She carried that no close to her chest, where once lay his head. One by one, the people in front of her moved, and there she was, handing it over.

She handed over her former future, return to sender.

Next stop: New York.


Years ago, I had started playing around with an idea for a story/book. I long forgot about it, lost the floppy disk (yes…that long ago), and I’ve wanted to resurrect it, and this is just a little draft attempt at that. Just whetting the appetite, so to speak. Feel free to pay no attention. 🙂

Edge of Town

Really love this song. A great one to sing, and works well on my harmonium.

I discovered my new favorite place. In Seattle, our local kickass radio station is KEXP. You can listen to them online, they play everything I love and more…huge variety.

They moved last year to an awesome new location by the Seattle Center, with a gathering space with lounge couches and chairs, an excellent cafe, and a DJ booth that faces the main area so you can see them dj’ing live as they pipe the station into the room. To my surprise, they also have live in-studio performances by bands as they come through town for concerts. I’m going to be spending a lot of time there, I do believe.

So this week, I got to see the new (at least in US) band from Australia called Middle Kids, who just released their first EP last Friday, 6 killer songs. New fan. This is their song “Edge of Town.”

Edge of Town ~ Middle Kids

Shadow Doll


When the light breaks to play
casting shadows it does portray
lines and curves and profiles
of a doll against her wall

what does she do but dance
a little, strike a post in time
capture her youth before
it dies its death of her

so still
becomes the breath
so naked
becomes the flesh
portfolio blushes in shades
of gray on a sunny Seattle day

~ Em C.

Photograph: of me, belongs to me. No filter. May not be used or copied without permission (yes, this has happened to me recently).

I was struck one summer day some years ago when the sun broke through and lit the wall a golden hue. I stripped down to nothing and took a series of shadow poses. I stumbled across this one today and the memory came back.