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But no more

It is one of nature’s great cruelties that the body decays long before desire slides into somnolence and need’s nagging chatter falls quiet. For years, I consoled myself with kind white lies like cool, plumped pillows for the delicately dispositioned and the terminally terminal. The flesh has failed under the drag of time and so…

The Tower

As she passes, I catch the scent and my entrails coil and knot like a ball of newly born snakes. My sister reeks of her despicable habits. No matter how thoroughly she bathes, I can smell it: the stench of peasant seed. All the baths in Persia, all the perfume in Venice cannot cover the…

In Memoriam

‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. In Memoriam, Tennyson What matters your inner thigh, petal soft, white as milk now? And your shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of the world? Who remembers your sharp wit, clever serpent’s tongue? Or every small kindness and selfless act,…

Innocence

If I could brush my lips across your skin anew. Escape the gravity well of all the other skins I have tasted. Unknow the inevitable knowing of what comes next. Erase the salt of sweat, the sensation of a live thing against my mouth. Unburden myself of expectation and the dull surety of history. Discover…

How We Read

It’s my intention to try and document the journey of my way towards a PhD as transparently as possible. So amidst the pieces of fiction I post, you’re going to see the occasional essay dealing with subjects related to my focus. If you’re only here for the erotica, you might want to skip these. If…

Fast Forward – 2

(continued from part 1) The old man looks down at the scattered photographs, moving them into some semblance of order. His nails are neat, but his knuckles are thickened by years of injury. “You could have come to me.” She wheezes a laugh. “Turned up on your doorstep? What would you have done then?” “Fucked…

Fast Forward

“Is this the bed on which I took your heart?” The photograph she holds is old, the colours faded, spotted like the skin on the back of her hand. Then, with surprising dexterity, her ancient fingers flick the photograph across the table like a dealer at a poker table. It slides to a stop just…

Four Gogyohkas

Damp skin, Creviced and hidden. A flesh maze for my tongue to run. To scent you and know with molecular certainty that you are mine. ‡ I’m possessed of you, like a ghost chained in place, or a farmer burdened of land, there’s no relinquishing the possession. To own is to be owned. ‡ Moments…

Sex Scene: An Anthology (Free!)

Sex Scene: an Anthology is a collection of erotic pieces written by some of the most vibrant new writers on the web. I am happily and unaccountably included in this anthology. The editor, Robert James Russell, describes the anthology thus: Sex Scene: An Anthology aims to decontextualize sex, asking the reader to look at the…