I'm not a huge fan of sweet potatoes.  I like them but don't love them.  White (or yellow) potatoes, on the other hand -- well, my thighs don't like them, but my mouth sure does.  I do, however, like the color of sweet potatoes, especially when all that brown… Read full post »

         There are 11 drafts in my OS list and eight in my Documents folder on the Mac.  I scanned them this morning, trying to find something, anything to write about – killer cows, my run-ins with Bill Clinton, how $6 will buy you so… Read full post »

• From: Jack Brigham
• Subject:   Musings
• To: Claire Stephenson
• Date: December 1, 2009

 Dear Claire, 

            I’m in New York this week and walked across Central Park yesterday to meet friends at 75^th and/… Read full post »

NOIR EPICES

[black spices]: nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, pepper plus orange, geranium and woods, i.e., sandalwood, patchouli; a woody oriental, a near chypre, its sensuality is elegant, never lascivious  

“I wish I had time on Monday to take you/… Read full post »

   “Can you cook?”

            “I can make toast.”

            “I think that's toasting, not actually cooking.”… Read full post »

            Claire drove the rented car.  Jack navigated.  The Mini had a stick shift.  Jack slid his left hand between her thighs. Every time she changed gears or braked, he squeezed.  She parked near the… Read full post »

   

         She takes Jack’s hand, offered through the open door of the taxi, and steps out,… Read full post »

       The wings of a chic black coat, nubby and thick, wrap her from ears to almost knees, straight black trousers cover her legs and the tops of her boots.  She walks slowly but tidily on the path that enters the Parc Monceau from/… Read full post »

They need someone to hold

Maybe that’s all it is, sure

Get them busy packing my cute shoes

Tomorrow they’ll grip the steering wheel,

try to dial in the… Read full post »

Up so late last night, supine, barely ascending to sleep’s surface

from this warm soft lake; random pictures blink

on, off, on, off in my molasses-y/sticky mind, not ready to wake

Lids part, just slits, for an instant, in… Read full post »

  A little fun for you on this ho-hum Thursday morning.  Bear with me through the setup.

I was in LA yesterday.  My friend has recently moved to a loft downtown.  On the way to dinner, she wanted me to see The Standard, a tres chic hotel nearby, so we… Read full post »

it's dark and late

and quiet inside

the coyotes are just outside

my window

laughing and yipping

they sound more 

like hyenas

than wolves

they love

my side of the house

lights from… Read full post »

            I was only 25 and had never been to New York.  Heck, I’d hardly been anywhere, really. 

            My client, Ron (and yes, that’s the thunder… Read full post »

            “Dr. Leinert asked me to tell you that it was a boy.”

 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++

             “Thank you,” said Sabine, wrapped in blankets from the warmer, shaking un… Read full post »

I’d rather not leave this hotel
and go downtown
right now
to meet my business friends

Because -- right now? --
I’d like you to take my shoes off
and unbutton my shirt
slowly
while you watch my reaction

And I don’t want to know
your middle name
right now
or how you like your… Read full post »

            Here goes.  I was at a bar with some friends after work one day, and in walks this very sexy guy.  He was a lawyer I knew and had lusted after from afar but had only worked with as a client of my office’s once… Read full post »

You meet the nicest people here.  And some amazingly talented people, too.  And if you’re really lucky – like me – you get to know someone like Duane, who is both and the best of… Read full post »

On my way to sail to Nova Scotia, I got to spend two days in one of my favorite places in all the world:  New York City.  Manhattan, to be exact.  As the song says, once in a while I need a little give-and-take.

So I put on… Read full post »

    "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."  

            If only I believed in that stuff, confessing and atoning and achieving forgiveness would be easy.  I don’t and it&rsq/… Read full post »

Tensed thighs

pistoning

4/4 rhythm

Cheeks to groin

solid cushion

Both bodies

lightly filmed

Densely wet

at the join

Breast spills

his hand cup

Thumb to nipple

Mine grips

beneath his haunch… Read full post »

Clouds, grey and wet as feathers in a running gutter, streaked east off the ocean.  The wind picked grit off the eroding bluffs and spat it out at the top, beat water into dirty froth on the sea’s surface, then slapped it down, leaving slick black wounds.  The rapidly fading… Read full post »

            The BONTAJ ROULET summer tour played at Humphrey's in San Diego last night.  That's Bonnie Raitt and her band and Taj Mahal with his Phantom Blues Band.  And if there is a hotter bunch of musicians on this earth, playing blues… Read full post »