Dream Man

"Don't wake me"

Shatter my illusionsTrample on my dreamsShow me that the you I seeIs not a real being Be a thoughtless dullardAn egotistic cadBe the one about whom IWas warned of by my dad Break my heart in piecesUtter only liesCheat and...

Moonlight

"Love for some friends"

By the moon I sit to seek your glory,The white rose I see creates a new story.Seasons are many,Their reasons few in between.What remains is that I alwaysLove you!For all to see,No matter where we're at,No matter the timeBut this...

Bad Day in Toulary, Chapter 1

"Vance makes a discovery."

Saturday morning dawns bright and clear in the small town of Toulary. Vance Traynor stands on his front porch, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He sits the coffee on the table by the porch swing and goes...

You were once this distant figure strolling along the shore,eyes fixed to skyline's needlepoint tapestry of cold vibrant stars.I didn't know much yet about why you walked alone,or what axis suddenly tilted you towards me.There is something beautiful in mysteries,I...

 Better run for coverBetter hide your heartOnce you start to love herYou’re never gonna stop Shining like a diamondPrecious jewel of lustSinging out a melodyGliding into the room Charming all the starsHypnotizing the moonElectrifying your bodyTaking over your soul No one can deny...

Summer Night

"Companion piece to Your Heat, and second in a series of four poems: Cold, Heat, Dark and Light"

Come and love me in the heatOn sultry summer nightsAfter that fire opal sunHas slid down out of sight Then we’ll sneak out to the poolBarefoot on cementHolding warmth that earlierWould burn against our skin But now the feel is...

There are times when you cannot look to my words for assurance,they tangle together after a while,unfold as codes and numbers when we've lost the ways we use to communicate.If it was as simple as inking letters,I would have revived...

Jazz

"A young woman finds her way as a jazz singer"

Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O’ Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. “The cats,” she called them. She knew all the words and she’d sing...

Meeting Joan for the first time

"I met Joan in college"

Hi I'm Tom. I've written several stories about my wife Joan and her voracious sexual appetite. I thought I'd write about our first meeting and our early dates. I met Joan in college. We were at a frat party and...