******** RIA ******** When I was a teenager, I spent practically every other night sleeping over at my friend Lois’s house. We’d stay up as late as we could, usually just gossiping about boys and rocking out to terrible pop songs. But sometimes? Sometimes we listened to her brother have sex. Nate was five and a half years older than us, and for as long as I could remember he’d been the de facto babysitter for Lois and I w...

If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Sonya would be that she’d descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of varsity cheerleaders. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But she didn’t get her figure from shaking pom-poms at some football game, no sir. She got it from fencing. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it. That’s how we first...

My name is Nathan, Nate for short. I'm a young nineteen-year-old on his first day of sea cadets, and already I was a minute late as I saw my fellow sailors all lining up in the navy blue uniform and cap on the harbour in front of a white ship. I jogged up and got in line before the captain noticed. The captain wore black trousers and a white short sleeved shirt tucked into his trousers, and he had greyish black hair. He h...

Icy wind running in chilled veins,fire and passion on our breathless tongues, we face, in mirrored gaze. Admiration and trust turned by time to frustration and lust, a passion of crime. “Time will tell,” they say. Time spent well. Today, tonight, lost deep in beauty, lost again in her scent, her soul, in mind and corematched together, lashed together in friendship,nothing more. Sweet, rich wines, California red and white...

You know how it is when something happens on one of the milestone dates in your life, or one of the ones on the calendar, something that then becomes inextricably tied to that date or that holiday each year when it rolls around? For me, for what I’m going to tell you about next, it started on my birthday, and I suppose I’ll always tie these events to that date. And that, for some reason strikes me as being very odd. Well,...

Dark brown eyes of mystery, what hides in your soul? Do you hold joy or pain? Does a heart of love hide there? Dark brown eyes of mystery, why do you stare at me? What do you want with me? Will you steal away my soul? Dark brown eyes of mystery, why do you mesmerize me? What is your temptation? Will you hypnotize my heart? Dark brown eyes of mystery, what feelings do you hide? Can you free my soul? Will you give your hear...

Chilling in Barberitos, enjoying an ice cold Tecate with lime, philosophical questions came to mind. That ages old conundrum vexed me so. If the creator had not meant for humans to eat pussy, then why was it created to look like a taco? I drank another Tecate and ate another lime, followed by a Margarita,  actually it was more like four. My answer was to explore my thoughts in an ode. These words I write to you, the ever...

Everyone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life,...

A teacher is a trade with requisites So pure, and chaste, a taste for Staid perfectionism in my  Measured tones. Beyond reproach * Are eyes that shine with kindness, skin that Glows and gently comforts with a  Caring touch and honest words That never give away too much * This digit, here, who taps the board Can you not see her honeyed tip And know the places she has been? Her guilty finger points at me * And on this palm,...

In 1968 Andy Warhol posited "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes." Of course neither he nor Marshall McLuhan had ever heard of twitter or Paris Hilton and the sex-tape Kardashian family. As all great geniuses they were simply imagining the post-industrial, post-propaganda world where a simple hand-held digital device would completely democratize media. They imagined a world just like today in which...