Entrances and Exits
This hiccup of manners this melting ice-knife buried in my chest I’m a cartoon mishap. Oh, look! I’m leaking through the cardboard cutout. A plywood caricature with a hole where the face should be. A photo op for lovers on jolly holidays by worn seaside resorts. How is it that I have gone from […]
#Inscribe – Gogyohkas for #fuckmefriday
stigmata of lust plumps the tissues inscribes my skin with the wretched stink of need. tattooed skin invisible verses in your fingertip’s wake embossed letters rise secrets are inscribed. the crenulations on my cerebellum Braille for the brave are inscribed by blind lovers with careful fingers. #fuckmefriday is a twitter group led by @AislingWeaver […]
Whoreticulture – A Valentine
this flesh buttersweet soft as an inner thigh, a gasping exotic thing gaping for love, dying for my tongue’s tip there on the blood stained lip
Tocando – Touching trans. by Israel Centeno
This wonderful translation of my last #twitterfic piece is by Israel Centeno, a wonderful Venezuelan author. Please visit his site 1. toco como si al tocar Inquiriera aparte placas tectónicas empujan al vacío el orgullo de tu carne palabras escritas a través de la estéril pantalla de la mente 2 sacudida digital deja mi la […]
Knowing – #twitterfic
1. I know as if knowing were a knot a knife a needle to the base of the skull truth pinned blind to the brain like a tail on a donkey. 2. The dead serious joke of us. Seeds planted in jest never meant for gestation. 3. This careful measured distance no word of mouth […]
Ego Te Absolvo
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Dreamtime #twitterflash
Last night I dreamt of deformed cocks and condescending platitudes. Sometimes I think my mind has been made up like a hotel room by a psychotic maid The comfort of imagined alien influences doesn’t last, nor should it. I’m trapped with the uncomfortable fact that sex will always be more than sex to me. #dreamtime […]
Waystation of the Soul
At dawn, the incongruous shrieks of birds caged in this urban labyrinth overwhelm the rumble of air conditioners, mindless guardians against the true heat of a Bankok night. Here where my soul sneaks between white sheets that smell of institutional cleanliness, and back into an indifferent body neither glad to see it nor grown accustomed […]
#Instinct – #twittersmut
Don’t give me reason or caution or polite civility. Give me desire: the truth that only flesh tells. Not considered or strategized, but instinctive and irrational. Want me because you sense me. Because my skin, my muscles, my cunt call to you and will not let you sleep. Because no breath is deep enough to […]
The Unreliable Keeper of Time
I slip your mind like sand through fingers leaving only salty dust to be brushed off like a deed accomplished. Time can be broken as sure as lover’s hearts in a fragile moment of blameless forgetting or of a world too much with you, braying its demands, flashing even teeth, its Christmas ornaments, its ringing […]