Soft lips caress, brush light across mine, igniting sparks wake my slumbering soul. Touching fingertips dance with glee, then retreat, fingers intertwine, hold on for this moment in time. Tracings designs on to your neck, and farther still, on to your breasts, excited nipples reach out to mine. Breast to breast we rest, hardened flesh…

Fear is my name, an acronym of who I really am, controlling my motion, the light of my path, guiding my life. I am often very good, and sometimes very bad, always driven to behavior with fear leading the way. I have allowed my emotional core to be covered over, as the mantle of the…

I do not keep a journal. I do not record my daily thoughts, or, the mindless daily activities of others. The simple truth is that contemporary life offers so little challenge. Whatever I want to read, or hear, or taste can be offered up at the touch of a button; for a small fee the…

Serenity, You elusive goal, I searched you out for so long in so many dark places deep inside my mind. I looked for you in faces of people I saw around. I sought your ever presence in pets that I brought home. I sought you out in churches, in temples of eastern faith, in dingy…

Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night. There must be something unfinished, maybe there’s something more to say. Mothers’ come to visit from the other side of the grave. Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night, While I sleep I hear her speak, she only visits in my dreams….

Viscous crackers in the early morning: Reading between the rows of incomplete sentences looking for the ragged edges of your soul. Those tattered threads strewn about like so much lint seen floating across the last ray of hope. Too fresh to throw away, worn enough to be trite. There in the words splayed across the…

The remnants of the previous hour stretch out pink before me, a medicine cabinet supply exhausted, the end to my reality. I resign myself the sticky wetness on my face and hands, no reason to clean the wretched mess my life force draws to end. A constant pounding at my door reminds me why I’m…

Time has a way of changing things. Why, just the other day I was getting my things together for a trip to the laundry. I had it all sorted, all ready to go, then I thought “I really ought to shower before I offend an unsuspecting public.” So I reach in the closet for my…

Riding on the Elastic Firecracker bus I am taking the magical mystery tour of the nineties. Come on along, hop on aboard, see what the noise is all about. Cut your strings, free your inside out, revel in the revelations of the Tripping Daisy. The perennial high hides in my mind; to the cat eye…

I’ve been this way before, different time and different place, alone, outside and lonely, amongst so many friends, searching for a newness amongst the same old thing. Was first as a child not past the first grade, my heart was hollowed out from the core as with a clade, and left to dry – I…