"A camera bulb flashes
and I'm back at the studio
smiling and giggling
in my bullet bra.
Unencumbered
by clothing,
raw
and real
and happy
with my friends
and admirers.
They love me,
They love me,
They hate me.
- No More Cheesecake-Bettie Page, Excerpt
"Home is in the arms of a boy speaking “I love you” in German
and wearing jump boots made in the U.S. A,
in the memories I have left in your camo backpack
and in the corners of your room
reaching for me like ropes to pull me to safety,
the vines of the brain,
the old threads of my once scarlet mane
still tousled in with your bed sheets,
and the pale blue eyes I still remember staring back into mine every time we felt each others' heart beat
underneath our grasping palms,
with thunder
with lightning
with the sweetest kiss you've ever had the pleasure to know."
- Home, Excerpt
"My adoration of pin up girls started when I was very young. I used to like to go through the books on my mother’s bookshelf when I was home alone. I tiptoed down the stairs and to her room. There I would find them. I flipped through the pages admiring the paintings and photographs of cheeky women, scantily clad or “accidentally” showing off their stockings and frilly panties. Their faces made in mock surprise or beaming with big innocent grins. I tried to paint my own pin up girl once when I was six, after the ones in the pictures, but all it turned out to look like was a blob of colors. I loved their sweet smiles and cute costumes. I loved the way they held themselves, like they were perfect porcelain figurines to be looked at and wanted, but not touched. They were so alluring and sexy but at the same time so innocent and lovely."
- The Queen Of Curves, Excerpt
"Maryanne continued singing in breathy little whispers until my eyes slowly closed and my dreams took over. Tangled up with my friends on an abandoned bed; in a room filled with roses; in a house made of warmth and love. I slipped away into dreams of star people, bookstore witches, Texas bluebonnets, bands of blood sucker misfits, silver bulbs of garlic, talking birds, cemetery kisses, and the strange blonde fairy who slept with her arm around my waist and her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck."
- Untitled Novel, Excerpt