My eyes hoard tears.First, from pride,Afraid to be weakUnder the Power.Now, my tear hoardHolds its treasureFor the Power’s pleasure. The paddle cracksLike thunder.The Power’s pleasureIs my pain.My tears will come,The Power’s glory,But an easy tearMocks the Power.An honest tearCelebrates mySuffering. The paddle’s...

The Kingdom: Prologue

"The Renaissance Faire never really closes..."

PROLOGUEThe Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded it’s demographic to a new clientele....

How Polygamy Begins 1-2

"Jay still has no idea what he's gotten himself into, but it's going to be a lot of fun."

I got to the coffee shop just as Brandi walked to the mic. I didn’t care for most of her poems. She liked free verse and most made no sense to me, but tonight it looked like she had written...

Her eyes are a field, soft and warm and green, and I imagine a sea of wildflowers growing within her corneas. Wild as the need in her gaze, a desire so far from banal only a truly demoralized slut can...