Talk Therapy
"Tell me more..."
She opens the notebook on her lap and takes out the pen and then shifts in her chair. Then she closes the notebook and crosses her legs and opens it, the notebook, again, and looks at him sitting in the...
Member: TouchOfGray
They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would...
Acknowledgements
"My heartfelt thanks"
This book, improbable as it is, would have been impossible without the help, care, feeding, and receptivity of various experts, friends, experts who became friends, friends who became expert at one thing or another, and the various benefits each and...
i.I couldn’t write anymore. It just wasn’t happening. You know what kind of writing I mean: the allegedly laudable kind. The kind I did back in the day, when I was too young to know or care about my limitations...
My Favorite Things
"With apologies to Oscar Hammerstein II"
Smooth shaven pussies and taut erect nipples,Licking up thighs that the goose-flesh has stippled,Handcuffs and blindfolds and shiny cock rings:These are a few of my favorite things.Girls on all fours when they offer their asses,Nerdy girls who take thick loads...
Mieko: A Catalogue
"Portrait of the artist"
The Great Kings of Persia“A phrase keeps going through my mind: The Great Kings of Persia.”“What is it? Is it a story? A poem?”“It’s nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. Just a phrase. A title.”“Storm drift. Something. It could be...
Here between the great false dawn of the reflected cityFrom our kitchen window—Friday night—And the weedy dark of weekend’s oasis;Here, our cool-cocktailed nights, betweenThe small truss of parenthetical sleepSlept, naps napped, love made;Here, within the grotto, the inlet, the sheltered...
Long, Hot Summer – Ch. 9
"The good earth, the boundless sky..."
O, love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me.--Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the...
Long, Hot Summer – Ch. 8
"Suzie's parting shot"
I parked the car at the curb, several houses down from Eleanor Kaminski’s, and sat there for a few minutes before getting out and heading slowly down the sidewalk. I didn’t especially feel like being there, but at the same...
Long, Hot Summer – Ch. 7
"Parking lot confidential..."
I punched in for my shift feeling a little seedy and worse for wear. For one thing, I could have used a shower. I washed up a bit in Eleanor Kaminski’s bathroom, but it wasn’t enough to completely purge the...