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Ok, I was remiss….the Podcasts are poems from “A Seasoning of Lust”.

February 7, 2009

I FORGOT to mention THAT little issue.  And friends were fast to mention it to me.

This podcasting is a LOT of fun.  You get to exercise your voice, inflections, etc…..something I should have a better handle on because I was an opera student at one time…a long time ago.  But one does forget these things, and it takes others listening to bring it to mind.  There are many tools you can use to make your audio work better, more pleasing to the ear.

We have uploaded more poetry for the podcast, and again, thank you, RG for the push here.

Lady Nyo


Laura twisted in the wind. Well, rotated in the air conditioning.  Bart had a new kick, called ‘Shibari’.  An ancient Japanese practice of wrapping things.  Precisely.  With hidden knots. She should have thought twice when he insisted she strip.

Arms wrapped behind her back, more cloth holding her legs together, she sighed.  She didn’t mind hanging upside down, was even getting used to the headaches.

Bart, however, was having a bit of his own transformation, and Laura didn’t know if she liked this one bit.  He was becoming ‘weirder’, taking up hobbies. Piercing was one, this shibari another.  Laura was seeing Bart in a different light, helped along with her new, nighttime vision.

*Goddamn Japanese!  Why can’t they stick to wrapping small packages?*

Bart told her ‘shibari’ was the ancient art of “wrapping the heart.”  She bought it, didn’t even mind the bananas, mangos and kiwi he stuck between the bindings.  He was, after all, a common fruit bat.

Up on the roof, Bart had other plans. From under his wings, he drew out a new black, leather- riding crop. He slapped it on his palm, laughing with glee.

Laura was about to obey him.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2008, 2009

“That was a buzz kill….”

February 6, 2009

or so I heard from a couple of people about “Metamorphosis”

…No, no, it really gets funny but you have to have the ‘murder most foul’ up front.

THEN the comedy starts…..silly Dominant Bat (Fruit Bat actually, and then a kajira bat….mouthy and so much smarter than the Dom… than

Well, we have to laugh sometimes.  And too  many people take themselves too damn seriously.  I know.

So #2 gets posted, because we all need laughter in this economy.

Also, my techie son and I are working on a podcast for this blog of some poems from “A Seasoning of Lust”…suggested by good friend and marvelous writer, RG.

(  This is a blog really worth the effort of reading…everyday.

Lady Nyo


“Laura, come to bed!  What are you doing out there?”

Laura was doing nothing.  Just drinking tea and looking out the window, humming to herself.

She had lost weight, grown taciturn, seemed sexless.  Harold, confused, was getting on her last nerve.

Laura entered the bedroom. Harold, bald and boring, glared at her.

“What is wrong with you? Didn’t you hear me?”

*Oh yes, thought Laura.  Thirty years of marriage doesn’t stop up your ears, just your mouth. And your heart.*

Laura opened the closet to hang up her robe.  Inside, on a hanger, was a giant bat, it’s dull black wings wrapped tightly, hanging upside down.  Laura shoved it aside, looking for a hanger for her robe.  She got into bed and turned off the light.

The police looked at the carnage on the bed.  Blood everywhere, a real massacre. Something was wrong, damned if they could figure it out.  The wife, mute, had to be in shock. Weird batty woman.

Laura, her gown bloody, drinking tea, looked out the window.  Under the tree was a big dark man, standing with his arms wrapped around his chest. He looked up and nodded.

Laura smiled and winked.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2008, 2009

“A Seasoning of Lust”

February 4, 2009


Jane Kohut-Bartels, writer and bellydancer, has woven a magic carpet of poetry, short story and other delightful forms of literary erotica. Japanese forms of poetry, tanka and haiku, free verse, sonnets and other works create a mosaic that will keep you up at nights reading through this book. If not, your dreams will be invaded by particular visions of erotica. As a Turkish/Egyptian trained belly dancer, Jane Kohut-Bartels brings her exotic experiences in dance to her transcendent stories, weaving a particular magic that only well crafted stories can do. She rounds the world with her writings from ancient Japan, to Venice and France in the 18th century and back to the present, entertaining readers with her fertile imagination. How appropriate this book is released to the public February 14th, 2009. It is a Valentine’s Day gift that will stir the senses and gladden the heart. to order the book

So sez the blurb. My friends RG , Shia and others are faster on the button than I am, but I get there sooner or later.  I want to thank so many people right now: RG, Lisabet, Shia, Bill, Angie, Lady Ace, etc for their continued pushing and support and advertising the book on their own blogs/websites.

Today I am taking the advice of RG and setting up podcasts of some of the poetry.  A new technical world awaits.

Lady Nyo

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