• Marina

    the girl’s mother waited by the lake on an evening when the waters were dark with night and the village lights were like a hundred malevolent eyes. the girl’s mother asked what she carried. the girl replied that she carried two loaves of bread. her mother said: you bring no such things. those are stones.… Continue Reading

  • Tributaries

    Once more, backdated to last Sunday. Bear with me. Enjoy my playful winter’s love sonnet. the way a brook runs under snow on a winter’s night as if you wouldn’t know what lies hidden in plain sight is the way I find you under a winter’s slate of sheets and a pillow or two (uncovering… Continue Reading

  • All Day

    Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’m backdating this post to last Sunday. That’s cheating, but I’d like to write one erotic poem every Sunday through the end of the year, starting February. I wrote an erotic haiku every day for a year, so I thought maybe one poem a week might be doable. •… Continue Reading

  • The Duke of Tentacles

    Introduction In which she is rudely awakened. “This one.” Those were the words I remember. Next the iron grip of a dozen hands—wrists, spreading my legs, pushing my belly into the mattress by the small of my back. They forced my pussy to lift behind me. There was a sharp tug at my pajama bottoms—my… Continue Reading

  • sudden weather

    The flowers are yours and, being April, you should know I also memorized a poem of love and gratitude; but April being what it is, I admit there might have been some sudden weather of the kind that pinches buds until they burst with cries of leaves, of pools and odorous runoff. You know— this… Continue Reading

  • Seeing You

    I wrote this as a short paragraph, but decided to break it up into a little free verse poem. Hope you enjoy it. The beginning of autumn always gives me more time to write. Seeing you in the kitchen slicing apples, kneading dough, wiping your flour-dusted hands on the back of your jeans, dress, or… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 282

    · She senses him. She becomes sleek and lustrous. She stands before the closet in blue cotton panties and bare legs. Her shoulder blades fluidly recede and her spine recoils, legs parted, with one arm in the sleeve of a sweater. The other pulls it over her head. She senses the change with the acuity… Continue Reading