"The villain is usually the most interesting part. But it has to be a smart thing. Just dumb cliche villains with a Russian accent and big muscles and a mean face, I don’t know. My Russian accent isn’t that great, and the muscles aren’t that big and the mean face is not enough. You know what I mean? It gets very boring. Tedious stuff."

Christoph Waltz

"I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts…I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words…I write as though I am whispering in the ear of someone I love."

Terry Tempest Williams, “Why I Write”

Words I Didn’t Know

Bellicose - adjective

1) inclined or eager to fight; hostile; pugnacious. 

Self-Portrait as a Human by Ruth Baumann

There is never enough nature.
One of these lights will burn out first,
my lamp or the sun, meaning
the other one will burn out second
and leave me with darkness.
I don’t remember the right way
to worship. I am told to pray on my knees
but instead it is always the first thing
I mind-utter in morning,
curled sideways, head fluttery
with hopefulness of dreams
and honey-sweet weight of remembered
body. Last night, the doe dead in the highway
looked about as homeless
as I have occasionally felt, teenage and drunk
beyond walking. Growing up in the suburbs
does a strange thing to one’s sense of art:
a butterfly is a motif for tablecloths
or The Collector, not an actual, trembling,
stained-glass winged thing
that, by some miracle, continues to carry itself
across air every day until it dies.

Words I Didn’t Know

Glabrescent - adjective

1) becoming hairless at maturity
2) nearly hairless

Words I Didn’t Know

Glabella - noun

1) the smooth part of the forehead above and between the eyebrows

Words I Didn’t Know

Petrichor - noun

1) That distinctly pleasant fragrance of rain falling on dry ground.

"After Masturbating In The Tub" by Anna Evans

Maybe the best part
is the touching afterward;
you run your soapy hands
all over your wet skin,
the smooth pebbles of your hips,
the soft swell of your belly,
loving all of yourself equally.
No one looks anxiously
at a clock, clears a throat,
is already—in mind—moving on.
There is only you
and the perfectly discreet
bath water, cooling
gradually, from steamy
to the exact temperature
of a human body: yours.

"Eve’s Statement" by Anna Evans

He pressed his delicate weight
against my bare skin; his tender
differentness caressed my thigh, innocent,
somehow necessary: we were children
wanting warmth, or I

was dying from a lack of being
touched. I parted my lips, had to
steal a taste of that delicious
cheek-flesh. He said my violent
mouth meant he

deserved to come inside, be sheltered.
The serpent opened me; it was all
over very quickly, though the wound
bleeds again each month. I don’t know
anything about an apple.

"Cross" by Langston Hughes

My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If I ever cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.

If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well.

My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?