Poster for Roman Polanski’s “Cul-De-Sac” (1966).

The severely dated, yet still fascinating Excalibur (1981).

When our pubic hairs meet

In this wet southern heat

I’m the tree rooted deep, down into your soil

I’m the Vagina Syndrome, in your reactive coil

I’m that new age opera in your performance hall, baby

Let me plant, seep, even sing into you maybe

My sea farmer’s song, as we shelve the barber’s blade

And drown in the sweat of our pelvic tirade.

(c)2012 Westland Armitage

Revival, by Heidi Phillips.

1. …hoping none of this comes off as pretentious…this is as heartfelt and genuine as it gets with me.

2. …in the throes of seeing a loved one through the stages of a terminal disease. It has been thoroughly exhaustive emotionally, mentally, and physically as well.

3. …questioning many things, regarding our existence.

4. …still hopeful that there is a God, but I’m not sure if He has it all together the way some people think He has…too much suffering and chaos is heaped upon the good in this world…I guess if He wanted Jesus to get his ass kicked, then help the rest of us…then again, that’s just my opinion.

5. …certain that this will affect my art for a long time to come.

6. …in darkness.