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you would love me,
you say,
if you weren’t
already taken.

a nostalgic love note to myself and joe, in bygone days.

remember those days?(so many millions of miles away now… ) of slow dancing to patsy clinein small-town dive bars and… Read more a nostalgic love note to myself and joe, in bygone days.

in my dreams, i feel you. your skin hot against mine, trembling in polyrhythm with my heart… you paint kisses… Read more a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)

i’ve been on a journey. one of the most important of my life. and a journey that is entirely invisible… Read more reflections on a difficult break-up

your love demands my existence. perhaps some days.. you forget the weariness the constant vigilance of remembering to exist.

you and me baby we speak so many thoughts we have none left for poetry is it true that good… Read more even for you

is this an ancient line of poetry, delicate beauty unwinding in a complex rhythm, intertwining our souls? or the residue… Read more spinning

perhaps poetry was invented for people like you and i somehow my metaphors tread lightly, slip by your defenses and… Read more poetry

masturbation (that nasty, shockingly perverse word… not to mention the act of!!!) is one of my favorite activities. it defined… Read more pleasure begins at home: the wonders of masturbation

i came across this article today on elephant journal, and was intrigued by a story so similar to my own…… Read more masturbating christians