Josie in Tombstone

"This is a work of speculative fiction and is not purported to be an accurate historical rendering."

After all the noise and smoke and killings of 1881, Tombstone, Arizona began attracting scribes the way a buffalo corpse attracts vultures and flies. It seemed as if every newspaper back East had to have an eyewitness account of the...

I do so love the storm of you. The wild wet winds of your passion Unleashed Unbound Untamed. But it is after the storm, when the calm sets back in and we lie entwined together, those are the moments I crave...

I am the beast that you feel in the nightbold girl walking alone in the darkself assurance in your every stridewhen you return to your home I watch for youI am the whisper you thought that you heardthe word that...

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night. You’ve been coming to visit more often  (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you  that remained when I woke  was that smile you had that stole...

The world had become an awful place kicking me in the gut, day after day more bad news was the daily routineDoctors and nurses had little to sayBitter and broken when it was doneI thought sadness was my new way...

Nancy For Lunch

"Not all blow jobs are created equal...."

In a little less than an hour’s time, I had concluded an advertising pitch in downtown Chicago, just a couple blocks off Michigan Avenue. The client interrupted me early on in my presentation and asked me five or six rapid...

A Faun’s Reply

"A conversation overheard"

The nymph lay in the crook of my armSexed, spent, content and wet,We lay together on her winter’s capeAmidst the sweet tangy smell of sex and sweat. First had come the merry chase,Past her trees and into the glen.Then the...