Picking Up A Hooker – Micro fiction about what happens when a man picks up a hooker and things go wrong. Very wrong.
A Goth Mermaid Tale – A prose poem about a man’s attempt to woo a goth mermaid. Does he win her over or does he just go overboard?
Could one kiss get you in bed? You think so? Well, Karen thinks Shawn is full of it when he comes over to her table and says he can get her in bed with just a kiss. But …
Read my short erotic story for only $1. See if Just One Kiss is enough for you!
Season’s colour change Bright orange, red, yellow, green Dying or blooming
“It’s spring down here,” she informs me, as though I was unaware of the changing of seasons and their differences depending on the hemisphere. “That must be nice,” I said into the phone. Her image smiled at me. The wonders of technology. In my youth, the thought of being able to talk to my daughter in Australia while I was in America and see her face just as though she was in the next room would have been the stuff of science fiction; today it’s just another Tuesday.
The leaves fall downward Gravity grabs for each leaf None escape its grasp
“I miss the bright colors of the forest, and pumpkins and Halloween candy,” she continues. “I’ll save you some for when you come home,” I say. “Oh Dad,” she rolls her eyes, “I can get some here. It’s just a little different”. “I can imagine. It’s different here without you too.” She smiled at me. “Awww. I miss you too.” “Hurry up babe. We’re gonna be late.” I hear a voice say in the distance. A male voice. “Gotta go Dad. I love you.” A blank screen. Who was that? I want to ask. I don’t. Sometimes the seasons change and you’re too far away to do anything but watch.
The trees hold answers They tell of the year’s changing Bright buds, falling leaves
Another dVerse prompt. This one was: Satisfy your thirst for seasonal color! Write a haibun that alludes to either Fall foliage or Spring blossoms.
Why fear the dark? Is that not where we dream? No-one goes to the light to get lost in fantasy, Nor do they stare into the sun, Otherwise they'd go blind. I fear not the dark. For I am light. Even more so, When I close my eyes.
The Sex Cycle Collection is a collection of four books: The Sex Cycle, Seduced by Seduction, Fires of Fornication and After All is Said …. Read over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire and relationships.
Le Pho (Vietmanese, 1907 – 2001), Still life with yellow roses, oil on canvas, signed Le Pho in Chinese and English (lower right)
The flowers sit on the table in the corner In front of the window With the shades drawn The colors of the flowers reflect off the off white curtain creating an aura around each bloom Though that could be due as much to my not having my glasses as to the reflection of light from the sun
Mom always liked yellow flowers “Good fortune” she’d smile and say I wondered if Dad felt they were good fortune or just cost a fortune But he never let the vase be empty of some sort of flower And always something yellow.
Yellow, pink and white Orange and green All the colors stand out and combine Against a hazy backdrop That is the room where they sit The room of my childhood The room of family The colors of prosperity and good fortune Simply colors of the past like the petals of flowers soon to fade away
This was from a prompt from dVerse, see below. The artist is Le Pho. I chose to use the artwork shown above and to do a derivative haibun.
For your Poetics prompt today, I would like you to select one of the artworks I have included in this post, or you may peruse Sunnyside’s selection here. Once you have selected an artwork, write a poem blending ekphrasis and theme (choose one from the list).
ekphrasis: a literary description of or commentary on a visual work of art theme: a subject or topic of discourse or of artistic representation *women *flowers *landscapes *family
Hi there! Sometimes people link to my work. Which is very nice. So when I have a link to my work I’m going to try and shout out the page and give a little plug. Go visit and maybe even visit back here by clicking their link.
I have a link to one of my stories, Spice & Soul, on Ryn’s website. Ryn has a page that she calls Guest Writer’s Page. It’s a page where she features or links to a “guest” writer and their work.
I was also put on another page. Frank J. Tassone’s blog featuring haiku, senryu, tanka, haibun, haiga, renga and other styles of English-language, Japanese-style poetry. I had my haibun “Remembering In The Rain” linked to on his blog.
Have you read The Sex Cycle, Seduced by Seduction, Fornication’s Fire and After All is … ? Now you can get them all together in 1! collection. The Sex Cycle Collection. Read over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire and relationships.
If I told you I want to fuck you Would you say it back to me? Would you whisper it in sweet kisses Your lips upon mine?
Would you let me strip you naked? Would you undo your blouse on your own? Would buttons be undone And the zipper go down?
If I said I wanted to fuck you Would you stand naked in front of me? Would you tell me you wanted me Without words, just sounds?
Can I slip inside you? Move back and forth, up and down and around you Make myself at home In your most intimate space?
If I held your heart in my hands Would you trust me to keep it safe From hurt, harm and danger Would you open it up to me As you do your legs?
If I said I wanted to fuck you Would you say it back? because
I want to fuck you
A collection of erotic poetry to set your mind on things sultry, make you think, let you know that someone else has been there.
Have you read The Sex Cycle, Seduced by Seduction, Fornication’s Fire and After All is … ? Now you can get them all together in one collection! The Sex Cycle collection. Read over 150 poems that explore the spectrum of sex, desire and relationships.
Slowly falling to the ground Swirls of red and yellow Back and forth, back and forth Slowly undulating on the breeze To gather beneath the wooden limbs Of a naked tree
—x—
The leaves change color Orange, brown, yellow, and red Autumn leaves gather
—x— —x—
Gather my children Listen to the whisper of the tales the trees tell Gather my children When the leaves fell Gather my children Together in a pile Gather my children Beginning of harvest trial Gather my children Watch the colors play Gather my children At the end of the day To listen to the tales, as they fell, in a pile at the trial made into a play at the end of day.
This is a dVerse prompt for Fall with a focus on leaves or colors. I chose 3 short poems, the middle poem a haiku, the other two free verse.
Where does the moon hide? When the day begins When the fog begins to burn Does it go to bed or play with friends Turning away from the morning Leaving the night for a new skin
Where do the stars go? When the sun appears Concerns about their light do they give in to fear Dimming their sparkle, they turn out Letting the sun bring forth morning cheer
What happens to the night? When daybreak makes it way From the other side of the earth To the dawning of a new day Does it burn up and blow away like smoke Used up, like an old cliché
It’s morning The night has ended Hear the crow of the rooster’s call Wake up from your sleep Sip the coffee Eat the toast But do you ever wonder With bleary eyes
Where does the moon hide?
This is a poetics prompt from dVerse. “The poem I would like you write is about the end of something: the end of a season, a relationship, a story, a letter, a journey, a dream, a life, the world, etc. You can write in any form, rhyming or not; just make sure it ends in one of the ways described above – and let us know which you chose and why.”
I decided to end with a question and to go back to the beginning. Why? Well, ending with a question always seems like a good way to leave with a thought. It’s a natural for me. And it’s also a great way to start which lends itself to ending with a beginning. And of course being me I couldn’t do just one. 😁 Hope you enjoyed. And feel free to take a look at some of my other poems as well.
I once had a dream To write it down Trickled through my fingers like tears Spilled on the page Stained droplets make no sense in the sun Though I do often wonder, where the splatter Of blood came from
Thoughts of my beating heart Drip, drip, drip, one word at a time Upon this parchment, dry and cracked To be soaked up within thin wood Let me cry it out to the world, “Hear the beats, of my heart!”
Ink stained fingertips mark my empty notebook Blank pages full of dreams Words that should have been, cover their pages in my mind Words I would have said to you But you would not have heard
I spread my words here for you to see Bleed through my wounds Blink away my tears. Here is where I say I love you Fuck you I wish you were mine Yet, I’m glad you’re not.
Check out my books page. https://theauthorstew.wordpress.com/books/ Here you’ll see each of the books I’ve published; including my short stories and poetry books. Thanks!
A dream of you, it felt so real. Like your lips were on mine. Your arms held me and all seemed fine. Like that time we went to a hotel and you fell asleep in my arms and we woke up to a movie playing on the television that neither one of us remembers watching.
I dreamt of you last night. Again. We were kissing. In an imaginary land. There were beaches where you could swim up to the bar and order ice cream sundaes and I licked whipped cream off your nipples that stuck out like maraschino cherries.
Dreams of you, haunt my days. Like a spectre that floats at the edge of my sight. A desire I have to fight, though I am willing. I want to take you, make love to you, fuck you senseless like a ragdoll, tossed upon the bed and ravished.
I dream of you. Unfortunately, that’s all I can do. For you are not with me, nor are you mine I dream of the day, I dream of the time. When I can lay beside you as I wake in the morning after having laid beside you in the night.
A Shared Surprise. Tiffany is home when she gets a visit from her neighbor while enjoying some sexy chat with her boyfriend. She gets the idea that watching the two of them would get him really hot. And getting him really hot would get her laid.
Buy A Shared Surprise from Amazon or your favorite online bookseller.
The Author Stew webpage - Stories & Poems 