I spent the night at Jo’s house without Brandy. “Hey, what’s bothering you? You’re acting weird,” Jo said as we sat on her bed. “My sister is an asshole,” I said. “Well, yeah. What did she do this time?” I took a minute to explain what happened earlier. “Wow,” Jo said when I finished. “Right? She was being super nice right before that. It was like a switch flipped. I was starting to get lulled into a false sense of securi...

I’ve resisted so many moments When contacting you would have made sense. When venting to youMight have fixed my brain.  I’ve sat back and thoughtAbout all the callsAnd the nights that brought us the sunriseWhere there were few moments of silence between us I’ve remembered the missed birthdays And the mixed moodsOf the two of us flounderingIn the waters of our relationship.  I was the moon that lit the wayAnd you were the...

She opens her soul at sunriseHer taste buds already titillated by a drop of morning dewNourishing herself from the bounty of god’s earth Supplemented by love from nurturing caregivers   She matures quickly Her body growing longer, leaner and more beautiful every day She was conceived to provide pleasure And excite the senses of all her admirers And as she matures Her sex develops rapidly as if she was destined to reproduc...

I shuffled my body aligning my face with the oval opening in the massage table. Inhaling the scent of the always freshly cleaned linens, I parted my legs slightly. The cool air from the fan caused goosebumps and I wondered to myself just how transparent or opaque the thin sheet covering my completely naked body would be. What a time to be thinking of this. Awkwardly I tugged on the fabric from behind my back and moved my...

My affair with Judy lasted almost a full five years. We were never caught and no one ever suspected anything about us. The only two people that knew were my wife, who Judy confessed to last summer, and Judy's friend Jennifer, who Judy told a long time ago and who I hooked up with separately (a mother in law referral).Had we wanted to, we could have kept going. Even today, we could still be hooking up once a week and havin...

It's probably betterI heard myself sayIt's probably betterTo leave it this way I'm good at ignoringLike nothing is thereI'm good at pretendingThat nothing is there Farewell to whateverI've archived our chatsI can't quite delete themI'm still a pack rat Bon voyage, bye-byeThe wind waves my scarfAs I stand still watchingThe ship leaves the dock.

 you are a shard of glass, cut betweenthe palms of my hands.cutting deep, and surginginto my veins.the bitter smell of blood... haunting my taste forreality. you are a scar, white,sensitive to the touch.pure as the sleeping child who stilldreams there are, placesshe can run to; hide,with monsterswho comfort her. you are a memory, encased in myimagination.created by the cruel truthsonly the dead. the dying... understand. y...

You sit across the tableNot looking at my handWhich rests upon formicaRevealing upturned palm Sweated glass of waterDrip-stained coffee cupsCongealed fat drops on a dishWitness us discuss our love Your words amid the clatterOf cheap silverware and platesFall in with that backgroundIn an undistinguished way I see you catch the server's eyeA check in tray arrivesYou reach into a pocketYour lips form in a smile You answer yo...

One day afterYou had leftMy mind still blackAnd blueI stood beneath the shower sprayErasing thoughts of you Circling now Just waitingTo try to slip back in Block itStop itMake it drownAgainAgainAgain The stall is thickWith shampoo steamFragrant cloying heat My stomach twistsWith fresh disgustI pull in air to breathe The tile is warmI feel the groutRoughness on my back Steady beating On my headGuards against attack Drummin...

Stepping through the door, I stoodMet stale air scented with woodPausing, wondering if I could Or would I slid your pictures from the framesScratched out the notes that bore your nameUnaware when last I came  It was farewell to what was same A shame The summer when you last were here No summers more And on the floor Behind the chair I noticed there Dusty, yet not worse for wear Your hipster hat we bought We thought A joke...