We speak of the fall, and I think he did that man born a man and never a kid. He tended the garden according to plan, but lonely was he, this overalled man. The bones all around him just slightly askew - the grizzly, the wild hare, the common house shrew. So one weary day he left barrow and tool, took...

I do not see your face in the moon Though once I saw your face in the moonlight, and I cannot find you in the sunset Though once we walked Through an explosion of amber, ruby and topaz And talked of nothing and all things and sun things. I look for you in the stars of steel And space-age plastics that...

your gentle gaze my heart pounds if you know me for who i am your attraction would fade repulsion, detraction, distraction how can you still pursue me after all of this? my betrayals many – my faithfulnesses few yet you are still looking at me calling me to you is it possible that a love could...

Dominant Male, requires adoring and obedient submissive for strict discipline and body worship. Vintage-model SWM, 50, looking for experienced driver with well-kept garage who prefers smooth driving for possible long-distance adventure. I handle mountain roads well and still have juice in the battery. Voice...

Scholar and saint Warrior on the frontlines of dialog Vigilant night watchman Of humble origins and great destiny Master of debate and polemics Poet Paragon Keeper of ancient texts Man of parables and aphorisms Master of morphology Prince of phonology The editor of destinies Keeper of slush piles King...

I am wake.  I am tired. I am freed.  I am mired. I fall as I rise. No, I fall more. I am here.  I am yonder. I am stay. I am wander. Finish is start. I’ve been here before. I am blank.  I am bolded. I am in. I am folded. Yes is a whisper. A thunder is no. I am nod. I am shaken. I am free. ...

brenda is dying janey is throwing tantrums laura is barren and molly peed her pants and angela is lonelyandjakeishungryandhaiti isdrowningandbutterfliesaredancingand i can’t breathe. crying is redundant complaining is indulgent so i stare at the embers of campfires and ignorance longing for a moment infused...

And then came the long surrender… - B.H. Fairchild, “Rave On” The larger church an hour away came courting and my father accepted the call. Whether it was his will or God’s, the son had no choice but to follow. It was the first exodus of my memory; a confused goodbye to yellow...

it’s always at night the whirring fan the sweat of a too hot day under too hot sheets all that closeness that exposes all that vastness between who i am and who are you my closet renegade my faraway bedfellow the thundering sundering silence between us suffocates me while you sleep unflinching unfeeling unaware...

Yes yes There is that And there is that Too I hear my bus So please just be good Today my friend.