• 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 Daimyō’s Son

    One night she woke me, one kiss before her lips enclosed my cock. I latched my fingers in her hair. The sheets slid down my arm and over her head. My back rose from the mattress, but she released me saying: “I had a dream.” “Of what?” “I was the beautiful daughter of a fisherman… Continue Reading

  • Old Truths

    1. She woke up belly down, the pillow wet with her drool. Her husband was gone, as he usually was, five-thirty, without a word or a kiss. She opened her eyes, stared at the blurry branches through the half open window. The night had been cool. She’d pulled the down over her. “Are you gonna’… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Beginning & Ending

      By now you know there’s nothing chronological about these stories. My breakups were never like the literary breakups of film and book. They weren’t dramatic. There were no shouting matches, accusations, tears, or slamming doors. Breakups began and ended in little ways. One of us would become a little less enthusiastic and the other… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Picking up Polly

    I’d made plans to pick up Polly on the way to meet friends. After a humid afternoon practicing, she said she’d have to shower first. She didn’t mind if I dropped by early. I casually mentioned my best friend would be with me. She paused for a moment, then said she’d see me soon. That… Continue Reading