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the same forces, etched into your great-grandfather’s brow, monotone by the grime of would-be soil the same forces keeping Angel, sinewy and fierce, locked up even though he’s just a boy the same forces your Auntie sighs across the table, … Continue reading

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Thirsty

We always end up back here, at the keyboard. Or maybe it’s a pencil, or the drums, or the paints, the fabric store. The darkroom. In some of those times when I repeat myself over and over, it isn’t to hear the … Continue reading

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Frankly, my dear

In every season My sensuality flips sides (of so many) Forming Another Layer. Lilting In Nuances. Grinding Interminably Nearer towards a ringing realization Louder than ego, against my “will” like Om. Voraciously, oh how I grin Etching your image in … Continue reading

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The What Side of the Bed

I have never been a morning person, but for the most part my resistance to first light is a matter of delicious comfort, pure and simple, that I’d prefer not to disturb. My bed is firm, my body warm, my … Continue reading

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Sure Lines

Both walking along the beach, minding our own paths, stopping to examine the various stones and shells that our toes dosey doe’d with when whirls of saltwater nudged them over cooling sand. We occasionally crossed paths, and often complimented one … Continue reading

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I cannot share its name.

I have a secret in my pocket but I cannot share its name. It’d be the breast pocket but I prefer v-necks and denim, so right buttcheek it is. But yes…it’d be right over the breast, over the chest, over … Continue reading

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Get down.

Last night I got real down on myself. Real down. Not so much on my Self, at least not at first, but on my body, which was suddenly, yet again, alien to me. I recall gazing at, prodding, examining my … Continue reading

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