17 April 2012

21 grams...

How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh? 

~Paul Rivers

01 April 2012

Facebook Love Affair

Let’s have a Facebook love affair
It’s the latest thing, have you heard?
You’ll friend request, I’ll accept
Then hang on every word

You’ll stalk all of my photos
And my friends list too
Where in the privacy of my home
I can do the same to you

We’ll comment with discretion
Exchange a few fun pokes
You like all my cat pictures
I LOL your stupid jokes

Let’s have a Facebook love affair
We’ll never have to meet
You can make funny comments
On the pictures of my feet

We can have a private convo
To escape the noisy crowd
And tell each other secrets
That we’d never say out loud

I’ll PM you my number
But you’ll probably never call
Instead we’ll just post funny things
Upon each other’s wall

We can share our sexy pictures
The kind that makes one red
And cause one’s thoughts to roam
While sleeping alone in bed

We’ll engage in playful banter
Spiced with bawdy veiled allusion
And cause our friends to shake their heads
In baffling confusion

We’ll have our first disagreement
Over you liking that other girl’s status
And how many jokes can one tell
About the occurrence of flatus

Let’s have a Facebook love affair
Until the bubble bursts
And be the stronger of the two
Who clicks on Unfriend first

(c) 1 April 2012

12 March 2012

The Humming Bird ~ Emily Dickinson


A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head,--
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning’s ride.





06 March 2012

Letter found...

My dearest One,

I write these words because I must, because I hope for the kindness of your favorable reply.

Because I am torn between my intense desire to see you, talk to you, share with you and the terrible dread that the only way I should ever be able to properly say hello is to make love to you;

Because I could run to you with child-like, wide-eyed wonder only to have you punish me with apathy;

Because to simply imagine the sheer brilliance of your presence causes me to stammer nervously;

Because the mere touch of you could strike a lightning bolt of current through me that I should be riven from the deep, dark well of all prior existence.

You have no idea how terrified I am of you. I am more scared of you than I am of a toothache, or heartache, or bankruptcy, or rats.

Because you have so many differing sides and shapes to you:
Lover. Fighter. Poet. Crow. Hawk. Bear. Wolf.

How can I possibly change my own shape to follow yours?

And yet, if you were to turn into a dragon I believe I would come to love scales and claws and become desirous of kisses that singe.

Be merciful as I become acquainted with your mercurial transformations and take pity on me should I get burned.

As it is with courage that I abandon myself in trust to your chivalric nature for I am a blind fool stumbling through a labyrinth. Take my hand. Show me the way to your heart.

Patiently yours,

[illegible]




(c) 2012

08 February 2012

Sexy Stories and Prurient Prose

Some friends of mine have put together a wonderful anthology of erotic stories called Nocturnal Desires that I hope you will want to buy. These are seriously talented writers and the stories are hot but not without plot! With half the proceeds going to research for Multiple Sclerosis you can't help but feel good about it. To be read alone or with a friend...

05 February 2012

My Beloved … 
is a harsh and punishing winter wind
Pushing my hot buttons
Testing my love
Testing myself to stay
True to myself
Amidst the howling and growling
I do not run from the mirrors held up
I do not worship the paucity of praise
But humbly sit at those harrowed feet
Intent upon sweet aphorisms falling
From a storm's colossal egress.

(c) 5 February 2012

04 February 2012

Having known love, I will allow all things to come and go – to be as supple as the wind and take everything that comes with great courage. Life is right in any case and my heart is as open as the sky.
~Kama Sutra