• Blood Tint ~ Part 11

    {Start with Part 1} Blood Tint ~ Part 11 “You said… your souls ‘burn more brightly’,” Neave started, her brow knotted in thought. “Why? What does that mean?” The three of us walked to along Sullivan Street toward Cyrano’s in the Village. Somehow we’d all three managed to shower and dress without falling back into… Continue Reading

  • Blood Tint ~ Part 6 ~ Podcast

    Continuing the podcast of Blood Tint, again narrated by the wonderful Warrior Queen. Blood Tint ~ Part 6 ~ Podcast at the Acoustic Monocle Part 6 ends the first “chapter” of the story. But the story continues… If you’d like to read along, part 6 can be found here.

  • e[lust] #14

    Welcome to e[lust] – Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #14? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s… Continue Reading

  • Persistence of Vision

    Persistence of vision Afterimage, long after you’ve gone Your inverse doppelganger lingers Complimentary, light where you are dark Burned into my retina I wonder, if you return The ghost picture I’ve kept If it would shadow you, hide you, cancel you out With memory’s beautiful perfection chance and change fortune’s capriciousness I have to ask… Continue Reading

  • Imminence

    The following is as set of five gogyohka, which are five line poems, introduced to me on Twitter. –M You’re beautiful in sleep still, quiet, unhurried, unharried I stand over you, sometimes more often than you know just watching Sometimes you fill me with your peace I can walk away a saner man or climb… Continue Reading

  • Blood Tint ~ Part 5 ~ Podcast

    Continuing the podcast of Blood Tint, again narrated by the wonderful Warrior Queen. Blood Tint ~ Part 5 ~ Podcast at the Acoustic Monocle If you’d like to read along, part 5 can be found here.

  • Cut

    Each time we make love It is like an incision. It doesn’t make sense. I would understand if it felt like a puncture a stab, a piercing. After all, that’s sex. Almost by definition It is invasive. But a cut? A gash? Why should I feel it that way? That I bleed from it. Certainly… Continue Reading