It is too hot to write,
and my ex best friend
is talking about me to
people she knows I do
not like,
my dog is chewing
on things she shouldn’t,
and I am hungry,
I should just go and get
in the shower.
I need to go for a run,
or go and clean
the dishes
in the sink
there is money I have yet
to spend and
my sleep [...]
It’s pretty mundane, really
The Fisting Poem
Because I can,
I will write a poem
about fisting.
I will tell you
what it is
to reach inside
another person, to
streatch a small
important part
of another so it fits
every curve of a small
important part of you.
Because no one can
ever tell me not to,
I can tell you
how to fold your fingers
into your palm,
how to drip thick
clear [...]
Why is it that I always hit my poetic stride after a time away with a graphic poem about sex? Last night, I wrote the first poem I really liked in months and months, and it was about (close your eyes if you are sexually squeemish) … All ready for it? Fisting. [...]
This is a draft of a poem that I started writing while running this weekend.
I
Reaching for your center,
she was always trying
to pull from you
some sort of bone, some
piece of cartilage
something hard and real
of you to call
her own. Life taught
her that she could
push past eager resistance
to get to the warmest
part of your body. She [...]
I am
creativly
self-destructive.
I wake in the morning
and remember
cold steel
against skin;
splitting flesh
on my ankle
and thigh;
lines of shining,
red and white
pills on the edge
of my mother’s
kitchen dounter
and an endless
glass of water;
walking home
stumbling
drunk in the dark
alone, arms
around
my neck and waist
not fighting,
pleading for
the real end.
I woke up and knew
you were no longer
a reason
to live
after I drove
away from you
in a midnight
thunderstorm
without
windshield wipers.
I [...]
I am ususally not the sort of person who has trouble finding time to write, but lately I am. I am way too busy, between work and trying to get some sort of exercize in every once in a while, and friends, and having a crazy dog, and spring, and heartbreak, I am [...]
I’m curious about something, something about my poetic style:
Why do I think it is poetic to repete the same word or phrase three times? I do it over and over again, sometimes with reason, sometimes without. Seriously, does it even work? Anyone have a new device they think I should try? Anyone [...]
Today, Yahoo has a story up about a man in England who hid a Tudor-style castle in the Green belt behind a wall of dtraw for nearly four years. I am facinated by this story. Building is illegal in the Greenbelt, and there is a regulation saying that any unauthorized building that stands [...]
I’m working on short stories. I have decided to base them on things that people need, or things we think or really do have to have. some things my friends and I have thought of to include are as follows:
Sex, companionship, work, money, activity, games, language, home, clothing, belonging, friends, love, beliefs, morals, [...]
Critique away, my friends!
Inside his belly, she had time
to think. It was dark and
warm until sharp metal brought
sun. If you believe it
she crawled out and kissed
his bearded cheek without
questioning how closely
it resembled the one that devoured
her. His teeth were smaller,
flat, he ware a plaid shirt. If you
believe. She could have
crawled [...]
