• 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

  • 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

  • Fresh Air’s interview with Jennifer Fox

    Back in April—is it already August?—I wrote a post called Conservatism, neo-Marxism & the Suppression of Sexual Expression, discussing the hostility toward pornography (read erotic desire) couched in the framework of the oppressor and oppressed. In my view, portraying consumers of pornography as oppressors and those in the industry (generally women) as oppressed is ideologically premised and… 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

  • Finding a Job = Finding a Woman

    So the add above comes from a New York Times video you can find here. In case the NYTimes blocks you, the video is a short exposé on the rampant sexism in the Chinese tech industry written by a Chinese woman and journalist, Lijia Zhang. In one portion of the video, secretaries(?) are on stage with two… Continue Reading

  • between the lines

    I worked on this story for a while. Wanted to write something fun and a little special for all of you. Hope you enjoy. ~ Will 1 A gust of sunlight floods the kitchen’s floor. I can’t decide whether I like the mixed metaphor. But why not? That’s a mid-winter’s sun that’s not really winter’s… Continue Reading

  • Distractable

    You wouldn’t think, but in the dead of winter when a wood stove burns in a small house, one may wear as little as on a summer’s day. One my put on a shirt and nothing else for the little things needing done indoors. By midmorning though, a woman may begin to wonder if she… Continue Reading