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At night, I think of her…the sharp sickle curve of her body Continue reading


The nature of women

Women inspire fear and worship in a way that is elemental. Men cannot compare.

Modern Love: A forbidden thrill

I am her forbidden thrill.


I ache every time the sun sets I curl around the softness of my pillow It fails to be even slightly adequate a replacement For the softness of your body 


That word, “enough”, is small. It’s two syllables, six letters, and has enough power to shake foundations, to shake relationships, to shake worlds. To shake my world; to break it even. I hate that word. It is always forged as a weapon – and the target for that weapon is me.

Check Your (Queer) White Privilege

This is a post I don’t want to write. But, I need to because it’s a truth, a raw one, that needs to be spoken. And I won’t be accused of holding back or hiding; I’m too old for that sort of thing and the world is too big for small-living. I must preface, however, … Continue reading


I enter the bedroom, lit only by a sliver of light peeking through a misaligned shade and I am frozen by the sight of you, a dark blanket made of night slung over your hips and slipped off your shoulder to reveal the glowing curve of your breast and the hint of a pebbled edge…

museum corners

I would like to kiss you In the darkened room of a museum The quiet of the blackness A blanket of our affections

Letters to You: Unreserved

Darling Heart, How I long to hear your voice again, to feel its lush, dulcet tones stroke my starving ears. The world hasn’t the right frequencies, you know? Hasn’t the right way of reaching in and turning my head, forcing me to attention and to intense interest and desire. No, haven’t found anything in it … Continue reading

Modern Love: For Play or For Keeps

There is this cad inside of me, this scurrilous, treacherous, predatory panther of a cad, that wants to go out and about, to survey the land, traverse it, score it, in search of someone young, thoughtless, and careless because that’s who and what you date when you are young (either physically, mentally, or emotionally), thoughtless, … Continue reading

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

June 2018
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