Monthly Archives: April 2017

You’re the type of good that doesn’t know how good she is which makes it easier for you to accept the attentions of the mediocre like me. I wish I could tell you just how good you are: how kind … Continue reading →

(For Bernard) The book of poetry you just handed me was boring and I could not get through much of it by which I mean I couldn’t read shy of it. I wanted to. I wanted to be impressed by … Continue reading →

Across your veins a tattoo of blood makes me wonder if you have something that you feel you need to say. The picture on your arm may be worth a thousand, but do you suppose you can try words now?

I thought for a moment that the miniature statue kept on your mother’s table was made of iron or something equally strong. Imagine my surprise when wrestling with you on the couch to discover the ballerina could be so easily … Continue reading →

Before anything else let’s get it out of the way. We just need to touch and kiss and experience each other just enough so we don’t have to worry about it anymore. Let’s do it once then forget about it. … Continue reading →

The buxom blonde I’ve been creeping on has disappeared from sight I’ve seen not hide nor hair of her, however hard I try-it. It’s like she’s disappeared from Earth. I cannot find that girl. I suppose it’s time to start … Continue reading →

That thing you forgot is the most valuable thing in the world – in the universe, maybe. It is the Grail, the Philosopher’s Stone, the Ark of the Covenant and whatever else comes to mind. It can be all things … Continue reading →

You lack courage or a belief in yourself or something that resembles those two which is a shame since it leaves you less than you deserve. You could be so much more. There are better things you could do than … Continue reading →

Dead dogs totally freak my shit the fuck out. Your closest companion just going to die on you? That is hard. That is some fucked up shit. That is depressing as all the hells on this earth. If we are … Continue reading →

Picture it: a silver castle high as a falcon’s eye and within, shelf upon shelf of books filled with poems essays and stories all about, dedicated or inspired by you. Words meant to woo, expressions of appreciation each and every … Continue reading →