"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that…
I wrote this short story I new it needed religon, sex and mystery. OH my God Im pregent I wonder whos it…
Just for Practice The Archetype Arien Mister…
Where have all the budding writers gone?…
In the dawning silence I can hear the phantom ring The world just seems to fall away I hear the angels sing Grief and pain just disappear My world is mine again And for that single moment I can live without an…
Velvet whispers Inaudible murmuring Stifled secrets Indigo shadows veil desperation Obscuring desire In a lucid azure dream I found you Under a sapphire…
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's…
I'd be interested to read more of your stuff, if you're willing to…
A Maiden Sara Teasdale Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I'd climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I'd…
When she was a smitten kitten
flagrante delicto
ingenuous and innocent
she purred constantly
curled the breadth of her tail
about the orbit of all maleness
spun her erotic tales
about multitudes of masculinity
But that was eons ago
She's now full grown
far removed from that
feral feline
yet finds herself
infused with infertility
neutered from nakedness
ingrained with infirmity
Within her inglorious world
there exists nothing but . . .
a once heralded hind
dour doses of nostalgia
and a plethora of pill bottles