• 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

  • Knowing Better

    An adaptation from elsewhere, but yeah, it’s new. – Raz Knowing better She knows better than to tease in public. But going commando on a warm summer day She has to tell me just a little whisper She has to show me just a little peek She knows better that I don’t care anyone else knowing… Continue Reading