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100 words – Motherland
Even on the brightest days, bellyfull and eyeshine — Even with the sweetest touch, ardor and promise — Even when the memory of friends is weighty with assurance, with kindness, with connection, with an establishment of joy that for the … Continue reading
How Sharp It Felt
This one lover of mine, we talked the other night, while he laid in bed, after finally turning off the laptop. He sent me pictures of his face as he laid in shadow, his features illuminated by the cold white … Continue reading
August Third – Remnants of a Hot Day
Your cock aches to fit into me. You hold it in your fist; make me take it. I tell you all about how much I loved it, all about our last visit, all about our last bit of play, on … Continue reading
When I Am Kissing Her
What had I been before I knew you? Who am I now when you’re not with me? You have taken and changed me, from someone content to someone restless. I look out at the tar sands and I contemplate going … Continue reading