#Babel
Desire shreds language debrades meaning demando-style entreaties of delicacies not on offer here. Our ziggurat tongues stepped heavenwards are cruel and clever linguistic Esherisms I have lost you in my attempt to encapsulate your essence on this unfeeling white page Rat droppings in place of words runny juissance trickles into dead end crevasses and pools […]
#Progressions
#progression1 skin so white spilled milk across the blue sky of my bed sheets a kiss where you live where you blush where you hide when you’re shy. my breathy journey over your terrain. #progression2 tears so bright a snail’s trail of grief over one swollen breast A taste where you hurt where you rage […]
Somewhere, Someone, In space and Time.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act V, Scene 1 Curled on the sagging couch in her cold and cheerless flat, she hugs herself to prevent the unseemly disgorging of her entrails. For surely they must be on the verge of falling out […]
Misery’s Kitchen
Time blossoms and rots in this ruin where we circle each other with exquisite care. Ragged and wounded, claws politely retracted in a gesture of good faith. But the knowledge of your sharp teeth and my poisoned skin can’t be unlearned. Nature has made us a pair of monsters each in our own way as […]
The Grave Cave
Here is the line drawn in flesh the vertical gash no man’s land. I’m a practiced hand with compass and ruler making walls of words where flesh should be. Here is the well of pure pain the cup that runneth over. And I at the bottom misshapen dragon with flightless wings and memories of […]
The Way of All Flesh
Night heat, no breeze sweat beads born at your temple glaze your cheek bone drip from your jaw onto your chest Slow water torture my tongue tip stings anticipating its labour in the salt mine of your skin. Tonight this still inferno through viscous curtains of shadowed space I want nothing but you the […]
Dirty Harry: Guest Post
I get a lot of mail. It’s always wonderful to receive, but some of it is just very special. So, with his permission of course, I’d like to share an email I received today from Harry Smith. I masturbated, slowly, finishing some time ago, then lapsed into a post orgasmic dose. My partner had sent […]
Mise-en-Scene
I remember perfectly the last time I fucked, it’s easy to do as an observer: how the body moves, the muscles flex and relax, the spine arches, the ligaments seize, and the puppet moves. Almost as if it’s alive, an artform. So close to the real thing only the most observant of lovers can sense […]
Flasher Sunday: Bad Design
I lowered my coffee cup and leaned across the breakfast table. “Honey?” “Mmhmm?” Arthur was on autopilot, halfway through the Sunday cryptic crossword puzzle. “My vibe’s broken. It’s not the batteries. It’s just dead.” He looked up. “The little silver egg with the wired controller?” “Yeah.” “Bad design, considering its purpose,” he huffed. “Can you […]
On Nights Like These
On nights like these I need more than your kind regards. I need your hand around my throat dusty fingers in my mouth and the precipice of pain as your cock forces space where there was none. On nights like these I’ll trade your mot juste For the cudgel of your tongue, the cruelty […]