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...

To be of substance, Not simply a face or a bodyOr even any body Or an empty soul To matter to another!To lay in their arms watching the stars,And the moon, As it parades through the sky. To whisper sweet nothings,Whilst our fingers dance,Our tongues flutter, And...

In my yesterday'sIt was you that I dreamt of.Not a face, or a body captured my heartBut your essence and warm presence.Your charm,Your grace,Blended with my patience.My passion.In the simple security Of each others time,Together as one,Juices flowing mingled down,over fingers...

Neighborly Love

"Jack gets permission to fuck his neighbor"

Jack and Carol lived in a quiet neighborhood. When Ryan and Tia moved in next door ,they all became fast friends. Tia wasn't able to have children, so they doted on Jack and Carol's two kids. They even took the...

As I sat, looking through my window,Searching the sky for my vision,He fluttered by,So full of wonder, and beauty was he. I was pulled outside,Drawn like a moth to a flameTransifxed by his spleandour,As he soared around me Passions stirring As he called to me,...

In the midst of daily reverieI saw her filled with bonne amieI watched her work and walk and be The lady of my dreams, for me.Those quiet tones, dId underscore, her nature so enchanting me.But how to speak, and how to searchThen,...

 Amidst the battalions of wind turbinesmarching across the moors.I saw my love, Her hair blowing in the wind,As wild as her heart is passionate.The moors are cold as she searches for her Heathcliff.When she sees him,She runs and skips towards her...

Teenage Temptation

"One girl's coming of age, its precursors and aftermaths"

It was the beginning of May. School would be out in a month. This was fourth period, the first one after lunch. I was sitting in study hall, cell phone in my lap and an open book on top of...

Tonight is the night.  It has to be.  Anticipation drew in her soul tight.Celeste stared through the statue’s eyes at the crumbling red brick below.  Spanish moss clumped at her cracked toes, early morning fog saturating what she could see...