Orgasmic Delights NaPoWriMo

(after the poem Turkish Delight by P. Stephenson) One guest giggled and the other pressed record as the city’s most heterosexual waiterpoured hot white cream over the brown chocolate ball on my plate,entitled Orgasm. Delight and Turkish had never been so far apartas the restaurant stared and I struggled to swallow while the waitercontinued to […]

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THE PRICE OF BEING WILD

  Sometimes morning breaks before the hold has found the frost. We wake dizzy- flung into field where dawn’s breath corners all that has been fearless but will soon fall to fragile- breath becomes touch becomes dew becomes done running down the blade of grass regardless of how much it will cut. Sometimes morning breaks […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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