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ORGASMS

OrgasmsHot, fiery explosions of pent up EnergyLet loose in one single momentMaybe drawn outMaybe noBut that single sparkThat instantWhen everything is ReleasedThat!I want that.But not just a physical orgasmNoI want to a release of the mindAn intellectual orgasmBlow my mind, let it leakDripping off my tongue with articulated interpretationPrecipitous sentiments of cerebral provocation My mindContinue reading “ORGASMS”

Crushed Seduction (Alliterisen)

Two threats, open love letterWet my whistle the story’s steamyClear cut quaint question asked“Who will be my last love?” you ask.I answer in artAs is my way with meaningIt is I you yearn to loveDon’t dream about me at nightIn wondrous fits of flightDon’t you undress me in dreamsRipping apart satin seamsLooking to loose myContinue reading “Crushed Seduction (Alliterisen)”

Why Fight Fate?

We give our love to the fatesOur lives we give over to destinyI choose not in this flight of fantasyLet the wind choose the datesIn which our eyes lock rusted upon some iron gateLogic looks down upon us frowning jealously We dance to the hidden strings of time if only temporarilyWho are we if notContinue reading “Why Fight Fate?”

Singapore Nudels – A Trumped Up View story

Singapore Nudels, another story in the Trumped Up View series that takes a look at an alternate reality that closely mirrors our own. This mini fiction is about a pair of presidential followers and their reaction to the news that Singapore is preparing for war. One is highly anti-Semitic, the other is a transphobe andContinue reading “Singapore Nudels – A Trumped Up View story”

Who Am I? – Sculpted

Who am I? On what level? When I look in the mirror What do I see? Who looks back at me? Can I see with closed eyes? Do I scream? When I look in the mirror Is it me that I see? Or just a figment, my imagination When I see me Who am IContinue reading “Who Am I? – Sculpted”

Catching A Ride

In the back of a Garvlacken waste disposal craft was not where Bobby had pictured himself when he had his morning cup of coffee. Being recruited by the Bogē for what was essentially a suicide mission also was not on his morning mood board but at least it made some semblance of sense. Unlike hisContinue reading “Catching A Ride”

Solitude

A delusion of emptinessSitting alone By myself in a crowd Listening to each single drop of rainIn a storm Beating against the window searching to get inI say hello Only to have the echoes ghost meI sit alone In a crowded café As the stormRages outside Waiting for you. After All is Said … What’sContinue reading “Solitude”

Hello Operator?

Hello?-Hello operator?Hello. How may I help?-Tell me that I matter.And why would I do that?-You asked how you could help.And that would help?-As far as I can tell.But do you have a problem? Something we can help you with?-Yes. It would help if you would just listen.Then I’m listening. Tell me your problem.-The problem isContinue reading “Hello Operator?”

Trumped Up Views 4/5/25

I’ve decided to write a few micro stories about the US. Specifically about the President and politics. But not specifically about politics and the President. It’s more of a fictionalized version and people’s observation of it. But it kind of relates back to the present world and what’s going on. I just finished a microContinue reading “Trumped Up Views 4/5/25”

A Closed Book

I can’t read you Your eyes closedLids hooded Your heart is closed to meFleeting touch of your fingers Race across my skinFleeting beats of my heartWithin my chest You flee from me into darknessYour lips have never touched mineNor have I held your hand in mineYet in my mind you lingerLike the frost of aContinue reading “A Closed Book”