Hello
Hello I like and I’m so fucking hungry. Hello I want and you smell like sanctuary. Hello I need and you taste like something very bad for me. Hello I touch and my fingertips twitch in time with the pulsing vein at your neck. Hello he blinks but he doesn’t look away.
A Bright & Clever Hell
The glassy shell of you black molten basalt flinty brittle and bright in the heat of the sun the glittering armor the trap of the hypnotic reflection they gaze in the mirrored you and believe themselves beautiful. But every surface has cracks hairline fractures accumulate with the years of wear the shock of dull malice […]
Everyone Gets What They Want
“Sh-h,” I soothed, and stroked his brow, my lips against his temple. I sat on the end of the high bed and he knelt beside it. My legs draped over his shoulders, his head caught between my knees. “This is what you said you wanted, isn’t it? His cock in your mouth?” I squeezed my […]
Fucking Propaganda
Fuck me all wrong. Lose it in the hollow of my hip and spill your seed too soon. Fuck me uncinematically from hidden angles, in positions never filmed for human consumption. Fuck my hand slippery with sweat and drenched in the stickiness of my own machinations. Fuck me with no hope of measuring up to […]
The Writing of Perdition
He whispers red light words, letter-shaped scythes that bite into tender flesh. Sentences like vortexes pull you down into that dark hole where monsters live. A call to skin-dive in a deep black sea. To night prayers. To step over the threshold and be soaked in the downpour. The monsoon of the damned and the […]
The Hangman’s Revenge
On the ledge of tears, at the trip of an orgasm, exposed as an idiot, choking on weeds, disemboweled, the stinking words always puddled around my feet like several yards of fresh colon or the wrong panties. You always left me hanging.
Rites of Passage
I separate summer clothes from winter, choose the books I cannot do without, sometimes I even say goodbye. But it’s always really abandonment, the unmade bed, the wet towels, the half-smoked cigarette, the half-finished bottle, and the sleeping body, each thing undone in its own way. I tell myself that stories never end, you just […]
The Sweet & Brutal Jouissance of the Story
Firstly, I’d like to call your attention to an interesting series of posts called On The Art of Erotica going on at EroticWriter.wordpress.com hosted by Will Crimson. The first post is by him (Three Ways to Take a Woman), the second by me (The Wages of Sin), and there will be more going up in […]
Dear Mr. Banks, I’ll Miss You or #CultureShipName GSV Inconvenient Departures
One of my favourite authors died yesterday. Iain Banks, or Iain M Banks (the name he used for his sci-fi books) took his leave of us too soon, too young, with too many great ideas left unwritten. He had a way of examining human issues by constructing stories like spectrum analyzers. Plots built to flay […]
We’re Sorry. This Number Is No Longer In Service
His thick, inked arm felt like a fleshy cage, trapping her in the bed. In earlier days, it would not have occurred to her to wonder, but age had made her more civil: how long would she have to lie there before it was polite to scramble out of the suffocating warmth of his embrace, […]