Finals are almost done!

The thing about writing is.. I am constantly compelled to do it. The problem is that I am also trying to finish up my college education...
Mostly..
Mostly I write so many papers about things I don't really care about, and it kind of gets in the way of my creativity. Sometimes all I manage is poetry.
My tendency, my desire, my will, is to represent areas that I feel are not fully represented mainstream in literature.
I tend to see more opposite ends of the spectrum. Novels based off all black women.. or novels based off all white.. Where are the mixed folk?
I read an interesting statistic in one of my text books. In the book they had a pie chart on children and their ethnic backgrounds.. up until the 80s, when I was born, there was NO representation of people with multiracial background, even though there were likely plenty! Today, it is expected that multiracial children represent somewhere around 32 percent of the population.. this will only increase over the next decades.
This post is random, and yet it's what is on my mind now.. How do I make it happen?
Well.. I just keep writing..

Anyway more writings to come in a couple weeks! Just have to get through this last finals week.

This is why this blog is R-rated

I can still imagine your skin....
dusky, with a hint of copper
I trace the lines of strength
from wrist to elbow
on each arm
I can taste you
if I close my eyes
light, unassuming, with a tinge of coffee on your tongue
and when your kisses deepen and my body tenses
I can feel your fingers drawing patterns
on my back
sliding delicately, but with great precision
down my thighs..
over my hips..
delving between  my swollen lips
probing.. finding me
Your mouth, hot and tight
how it envelopes each nipple
with care..
I rock my body against you
into you..
around you..
I breathe in that cologne you wear
with watery notes
I drown..
Your breasts slide down my belly
Your eyes devouring, your mouth searching
Until they find the waiting wetness
the aching river that belongs to you
I groan, I moan.. make animal noises in my throat..
Wildly gripping my fingers into your hair
thick.. dark.. perfect handles
perfect for holding on to
while I follow the lyrics of your tongue
singing me into oblivion...

Special interest

So I am excited that "Wicked Things" Is on the way and that I have made some headway in "Thraxia" It is definitely coming along! If only I can find one good, solid weekend to flesh some things out! It's going to happen, most definately.
Anyway... I know I have stated various times that there is not enough representation of women of color in lesbian literature. So imagine how tickled pink I was when I found a little gem entitled "Tangled Roots" by Marianne K. Martin!
Thanks Marianne! Apparently the plot centers around the love affair between an African American daughter of farmers and a white daughter of a plantation owner (historical yay!) I believe it hasn't released quite yet but I anticipate it. I do hope Ms Martin creates a substantial story! It definately sounds like it from the blurb, which can be found at bywaterbooks.com
Finally! I am starting to see some light here!

Hope prevails...
-Orhea

As surely as I breathe

It seems like most days, I keep reminding myself what it is I am doing.
Writing helps because it solidifies that large space in my mind that doesn't recieve stimulation.  This place no one can touch.  This is random but, I've attempted to write one of those marvelous poems like they do in poetry slams? The only issue is I don't think I am capable!
My poetry sometimes rhymes in places and sometimes doesn't and it tends to play with word meanings as well as sound to inspire a sort of feeling. I am a word genie, not a lyricist.  Ha, so anyway, here is my poorly written poetry.

                                                   Mixed Girl Thoughts
My nose is round.
Not just round like a little button, it's round like an orange.
Or maybe a cherry tomato...
The point is this
It doesn't quite fit my face, does it?
But I'm not trying to down myself
I've got enough self esteem to say
I don't look half bad...
Anyway my nose is round, I have freckles, I'm yellow, and my hair has about three different textures.
I am multi racial.
It's funny because when I was little, the only ones like me were my siblings.
But now, we're everywhere.
I can't help but to see that single raced mom, pushing her bi racial child in a stroller and think...
That kid has some crazy hair!
Bur other things pass through my mind too.
Like is the world really ready for this?
Am I ready?
Will these kids grow up not knowing who they are?
Or maybe they'll grow up having one view pushed upon them.
Will they dissociate from one race in favor of another and is this right?
Well, is it?
Whatever they say about themselves I hope they are confident.
I hope they see their round noses like blessings.
Their crazy hair like wings...
I hope they look in the mirror and don't see..
A jigsaw puzzle.
A missmash of ideas that don't meld proportionately.
I hope they look in the mirror and see, a smoothly blended, seamless person.
I hope they are confident.

Taste my words

Hello all... here is a very short sample skit... It's a mini writing exercise I give myself to get juices flowing (no pun intended) usual restrictions apply.





Sweet obsession...
I make no lies. I am obsessed with her feet.
She has those long, ridiculous toes that are kind of like fingers.
Ha, I know I tease her all the time about it. She just laughs and punches my arm lightly and tells me to stop 'bugging'.
Mm... I love her smile. Her lips are...so juicy, and she never smiles so much that her teeth shows.. Instead her lips quirk just a bit, her nostrils flare.. oh she has the cutest nose. Just like a button.
She says I obsess to much. I think too much. You see? All these nagging, tiny details that seem to most just.. trivial.. most people just live their lives but I don't. I grab the biggest fucking spoon and I eat it, like a bowl of triple nut fudge ice cream. I love food, the pleasure of sight, smell, taste. I love walking on a hot day, sweat trickling between my breasts and thighs.. I love the smell, the feel of rain, of being wet... and I don't just mean water.
Which brings me to another thing.
I love sex... more importantly, I love sex with her. It's like, a beautiful song.. Like a movie, and I am not just fucking with you. You can't possible know it's just...just like the ice cream thing. I love the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her skin, and when she touches me...
Oh when she touches me!
My knees buckle, my breath is short, my heart races and spirals into everything. I love the way she moans for me. I love the way our bodies slide, slick with sweat.. and how her hot mouth feels when she sucks my nipple into her glorious mouth.
God I love her mouth. Mmm mmm mmmm

Just a few words

Rest in peace Robin Williams. You gave the world memories. Good ones. I think one of my favorite movies he ever starred in was "Hook". He had this warm sparkle to his eyes that were open and child like...
I am amazed that he suffered from depression. This only goes to show that depression is a real ailment, and that many people are dealing with it and don't know what to do.
Please reference my other blog, "Waking up". It is for my other mission in life, that is to help others by sharing poems and words of wisdom.
Love is the only way... remember that. You have it in you, you have it all around you. Draw on it, and become strong and whole.

Something I am working on

Today was good. 

I got my exercise in, cleaned my chicken coup, got a fresh egg from one of my hens, and...watched a very interesting movie. I was inspired to write a little, and I hope to write more every day, other than poetry. So here it goes, a little scene... what do you think, would it make a good story? It's full of typos, yet good to get out of my crowded head. Live, love....

“You have completely lost your mind! I am not jumping.” I crossed my arms over my ample chest, and moved very purposefully towards the safety of the car.

Then I heard a whistle, and PLOP.

I squeaked at the wet shorts that smacked me on the back of my head. Then I turned around. “That was low!”

Tory, golden hair now wet and matted to her face just laughed and swam away from me. I stood there, watching her, the way she gracefully moved through the water, so comfortable with her lithe, athletic body,  so… at ease with who she was.

We were worlds apart, Tory and I….I grew up in East Clifton, with my mother and four sisters. I was the different one though... I was the light skinned one... The white girl... They called me that even though they weren’t much darker than me. They told me I talked funny; they made fun of me for everything I did…

All my life I was put down for anything I tried or discouraged from anything I was interested in. Yet it was ME that got me out of the ghetto; No one else. On the opposite end of that spectrum was Tory, she was a military brat, daughter of an ex-marine, high school swimming champion, college graduate and I….

I had just gotten myself at that point.

“You just going to stand there gawking are you? Or are you going to get in the water?”

I moved to the edge of the bank once more. We were at a little creek just outside of town called Caddo. The water looked murky, and the sky was darkening into a soft twilight. I looked down dubiously, feeling every inch the city girl, even though I did love the country. That is why I attended university out in the middle of nowhere… Well that and the very low tuition rates. “There is likely so much bacteria in that water”

Tory rolled her eyes and swam toward me, pausing to look me square in the eyes. Hers were hazel, to the point where you couldn’t tell if they were green or blue…. Her nose was a little long for her face, yet her lips were shapely, and she had this girl next door kind of cuteness… “and there is tons of bacteria living inside your intestines… It’s natural… Honestly Kierra. You were the one that said you wanted to start trying new things.. To not hold yourself vack.”

I stared at her… grudgingly I admitted that she was right. I chewed my lip. “Turn around” I said as I leaned down to untie my shoes.  I heard Tory snort, yet I was pleased when I looked up her head was turned. She was a gentlewoman.

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”

I snorted. “Just the same I don’t think you’ve seen things in these proportions”  I highly doubted it. She was the type of lesbian that went out with skinny girls who looked like dolls and wore make up all the time. On a good day I could pull of makeup.. Most days I went natural, and at times I went through long periods of wearing running shorts and a loos shirt.  I shook my head and kicked off my shoes, then wiggled out of my jeans.

“My last girlfriend was a size 10”

“I haven’t worn a ten since I was 14” I grunted and removed my shirt. I wasn’t going to take off the underwear. I didn’t know her THAT well. I heard her mumbled something. “Hold on I’m going in” I winced as I ran and jumped into the water. It was chill, yet not freezing and yet the entire sensation shocked my system. I felt the familiar pulling, sinking sensation when you initially dive into a pool, then I peddled my way up with my hands and took in a lung full of air when I reached the surface.  “Ha! There!” I shouted at Tory, moving toward her with enough grace that I didn’t make an ass of myself. “What were you saying?”

Her mouth was tight with concentration when she looked at me, and she lifted her hand… instinctively, I winced, yet she continued, pushing a curl from my face. “I said I think you’re beautiful as you are.” She said, pulling her hand away.

Her words sent an unusual flutter into my chest and down into my tummy. “Oh “ I said, failing words.  “Well… thank you” I said, feeling awkward.

Something darkened her eyes that I couldn’t fathom and she leaned toward me, then stopped, midway and reverted to her original position. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” I said. “For what?”

Silence hung in the air and I could see Tory debating over her next words. Then she sighed as if in acceptance and said “I wanted to kiss you. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“I wouldn’t have objected” I broke in, surprising myself. There was another long, waited silence, and we just stared at each other.  In time, my nervousness  won out and I looked away, glancing up in the sky. There was a fat, southern moon hanging up in the sky. What was I thinking? She wasn’t serious… I mean Tory hadn’t exactly asked me out on a date anyway. We just sort of… ended up spending the day together. It was far to soon. To even get an idea of what kind of person she was, even Iif I only heard glowing things of her around town.

“Kierra?”

“That moon is huge.” I said , following that train of thought, I turned around. Somehow while I was musing she’d gotten really close.

“Huh?” She said. Her stare was hard now, hard and charged… The coming night made it almost too dark to see, and yet it was just enough to make out shapes

“The moon… “  My voice sounded small to my own ears.

“Oh…” She glanced up. “Yeah that’s a harvest moon alright. Did you mean what you said?”

“Huh?”

Her white teeth shown in a grin, and I rusted out into laughing.

“The kiss part.” She said, and either laughter or nervousness caused her voice to squeak.

“Mmhmm…” I was compelled to honesty. “Who wouldn’t?” I added. There was a sloshing of water and then I saw the flash of her eyes just moments before she kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine, just a gentle pressure, not forceful. My lips parted a little and I could taste her breath. She pulled away slightly, and then I felt her lips again, my eyes fluttered shut, her tongue was moist as it slid into my mouth, and I responded, caressing the silken, damp flesh with my own.

I felt her arms snake around my waist, our chests pressed together, mine dwarfing her smaller pair. I moaned in response, and then, embarrassed by the sudden flush of hot arousal that flooded my system and likely would cause the whole creek to boil, I pulled away from the kiss, and tried to catch some air.

Her hands slacked, and I immediately missed her grip. “Too much?” Her voice was still short of breath and I was stupidly pleased with myself.

I wanted to say no. I did, and yet I didn't want to come off as easy either. I licked my lips. She’d tasted so good, like sweet soda. “A little” I said. “Well? Are we gonna swim or not? “

In answer, she turned and dove into the water.

I sighed, still tingling in places I knew would torment me... and followed her.  

Including an Anthology!

It's still in the workings, however, yours truly is soon to have an official publishing!

Here is the summary of the short included in this Halloween themed anthology

Summary: Angela White is your average Texan living in a rural community. In great detail she describes the infamous Halloween day when she took a trip into town and met with fate in the form of a hitchhiker, who happens to be a werewolf hunter.

I hope you all decide to pick up a copy from Ylva Publishing! I'll let you know the official date when I get it!