Left Behind #NaPoWriMo Day 15
This tired city rests upon a million slumbering bones murmuring their discontent beneath smoother pavements than they enjoyed.
Shot From Both Sides #NaPoWriMo – Day 14
I photographed my body for you, a documentary offering of the banality of my flesh. A pale haunch and, beneath its hide, muscle and sinew in the process of decay. The temporal swell of generous breast on its way to a lesser generosity, having fed no one anything, a subject with no object, abjection incarnate. […]
Future Mornings #NaPoWriMo – Day 13
In leviathan dreams I licked my own blood off your parted lips with the hunger of a mythic bliss. I woke soaked in memory, the taste of bitter ghosts on my tongue, the grey chill of adulthood for company. I have slept a marathon, and risen to a lesser dawn, But there is power in […]
Air #NaPoWriMo Day 11
Take your breath And show me Meaning with your Hands Hold your breath And pull me Into the void of Silence Your pretty foot Placed with care On my neck Finally
Podcasted: Tourist: A Story in Four Parts
Tourist is a story in four parts. Two part written from female points of view and two from male ones. Part one and part three of the story are read by Harper Eliot, who is a magnificent erotic fiction writer in her own right. Please visit her website at www.itgirlragdoll.com. Parts two and four are […]
Come to Me #NaPoWriMo – Day 10
“Come to me,” I said my last deluded act knowing all that I am now not everything time has stolen from me still pitilessly takes and will never return. The clock ticks on flesh falters on the bone ’til nothing one has is worth the offering It was always already far too late wasn’t it […]
Father #NaPoWriMo – Day 9
There’s a deep hole waiting for you, father. The earth will embrace you as I could not. She’ll protect you eternally from your fears of the mistake you made in the madness of flesh in a grotty room on the Boulevard de la Madeleine. It was so much easier to tolerate the child than love […]
Dawn, Deferred #NaPoWriMo – Day 8
Stay like this, on the knife edge of day. Hesitate before the world comes crashing in to evict you from my warm bed. I have nothing to persuade you with but the promise of the dawn deferred a moment.
“Veiled Girl” and the eroticization of torture
Having received a number of emails and twitter DMs criticizing my eroticization of torture in my short story “Veiled Girl With Lute,” I have decided, after some thought, to address the matter specifically. If you are a regular reader on my site, this post is probably going to seem patronizing, and I apologize for that. […]
Cogito Senryus #NaPoWriMo – Day 7
I count on fingers, there is a knowing in flesh that trumps all others. Time demands of us the return of all its gifts like angry lovers. Words are not like knives Just abstract signifiers Only knives are knives.