Harp
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- This is no longer about a journey, or self discovery, or any of that crap. There are days when posting something new and creative (for the handful of readers that find their way here) is fun. On such days I go all out to produce something special. Other days… I don’t bother.
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- New Harpisodes
- Fuck Me Shoes
- The Man Who Would Be King
- The Evolution of a Dream at 56 and Counting
- Northbound Railway Station
- Tell Me in Poughkeepsie (Erotica)
- New Fiction
- Man Stuff
- Turbulence
- The Bride's Initiation
- Hollywood Tits
- New Erotica
- A Whole Lotta Woman
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- Open Call: In Remembrance of...
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- I Am Smaug
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- And If I Should Fall Along The Way
The Isle of Tenerife - The Arrival

It was during a time when she didn’t show her teeth when she smiled at me.
We had been sleeping in separate bedrooms now for months. After the events that occurred late the prior year, our marriage was essentially over. We had not shared the coming marital/… Read full post »
Night of the Dipper
Mizar was Karma’s favorite star. Zeta Ursa Majoris is actually a multiple star system, but I never knew that until after she was gone. To her, the crook in the handle of The Big Dipper was simply... Mizar. The last time we lay on the roof of the/… Read full post »
Unforgettable
First
Intimate awakening,
Sunlight slivers reveal
Uncontrollable tremors captured forever.
Unforgettable
Searching
Green fields.
Desperately, ceaselessly, fearfully
Acknowledging guilt and love.
Runaways.
Clichelectable for Zumalicious
The rotund attorney from the Public Defender’s Office was named Owen. Owen had been warned in advance, that this client might be difficult… particularly for him. Having spent almost 12 years opposing the ADA’s in Judge Benton’s cour/… Read full post »
So Funny I Could Die
My throat hurts. In fact, I've got a problem with my face and my throat. Throat... is burning and it's hard to see. Difficult to focus. It’s like looking through the glass block privacy wall in my shower stall. It’s distorted… but I can s/… Read full post »
Lost in the In-Crowd
To me, she was a movie star and a wet dream all rolled into one. She had this million dollar smile that seemed to light up the classroom day after day. I would have done anything to have her turn that smile my way. Unfortunately, she never gave me a/… Read full post »
The Wave
He could still feel Jay Jay's hand tugging on his sleeve. The way his eyes lit up when the crowd roared, whether he completely understood what was happening or not.
“Is it a home run Dad? Is it a home run?”
Jay Jay would have grasped the other a… Read full post »
BYOBB
Facebook discussions and ongoing activities have unearthed people and friends from my past that I haven’t thought about in years. Such recollections have also rekindled long lost memories. Some are wonderful memories of happy times, while others have dredge/… Read full post »
At Point Blank Range
All of a sudden, I felt like I was fighting for my life.
The gentle tugging on the line that gradually became more insistent... and that I’d come expect, didn’t happen. One minute I was day-dreaming and contemplating the continuing conversation we were havi/… Read full post »
Something New After All These Years
She had served with him on the Board of Directors. He had become a friend. She didn’t know many Black men personally in her lifetime. Oh, she had indirectly made acquaintances from time to time, either at work or through her first husband, or through friends of her chi/… Read full post »
Holocaust Museum Shooting Refers to "Intelligence" Project
Following the recent shooting at the Holocaust Museum in DC, the news reporter referenced the Intelligence Project findings published by the Southern Poverty Law Center. This study features a nationwide mapping of 926 supposedly active “hate groups” throughout the/… Read full post »
Hurricane Mid-Wife and a Head Full of Cotton
I have been here all night and for the first time I am alone. No one is beside me any longer. My baby's upstairs in her hospital bed, resting... hopefully asleep after the events of the evening.
The corridors and sitting rooms should be familiar to me,… Read full post »
A Movie Night With Imperfect Partners
Ric was particularly animated in expressing his displeasure with the movie. I hadn’t realized that he felt as strongly as he did as we were watching it.
“I can’t believe that this was the movie that we thought was going to be something special. It was terr/… Read full post »
Cheney's Jungle Girl
Preceded by Cheney's Gift and Cheney Feathers
I would have recognized Bettie Mae anywhere. It wasn’t her whole name, but that’s what I called her. She wasn’t no big movie star, or pin-up girl, to me neither! Not to me.
Bettie… Read full post »
Is There A Heart In the House Tonight?
I offer you one of my favorite scenes from an old movie from 1991. In this scene, the central characters had been set up to fail and it looked like they were about to go down for the count.
Then... from the ashes, they come back with a vengeance. &… Read full post »
"Man Down" at Studio 52

The crowd of dancers moved in odd, stop-action snap shots as he watched. So many of them in casual jeans,/… Read full post »
Cheney Feathers

Yet another day in the life of Alexander Cheney first introduced in Cheney's Gift. The narrator is Alexander Cheney himself.
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I can’t say that I ever heard the old girl say a blessed word. Not one.
Then today as we were leaving the dinin… Read full post »
Australia Rocked My World
It makes me weak in the knees to hear Australian women say the word “cock.” I just love it. They say it with such extraordinary joy… as if surrendering to the wonderful possibilities of it all.
I was so pleasantly amazed that I watched the woman beside me… Read full post »
A Bangkok Night in the Fish Bowl
There are several ways to write this post. I could save it for my Thursday publication and give it some color commentary that would be both enticing and exotic. I could otherwise write this post primarily featuring the amazing Peninsula Hotel in Bangkok, and the enthus/… Read full post »
Cheney's Gift

I knew when they came to get me for lunch today.
Sometimes I’d miss it. Sometimes, I’d come back and find myself sitting in the dining room with ole “Barney Rubble” trying to get me to open my mouth so she can shove some Gawd-awful mess inside. … Read full post »
Camden Nightfall

I was not originally going to write the aftermath of our trip to Camden. The story felt complete where I ended it and how I ended it. There was really no more to be told on the stage of public opinion, because the rest was extremely personal.
And
… Read full post »The Ice Palace

When I first met her, she was attending a specialized school renowned throughout the fashion industry. When she later became my first wife, she was already a successful fashion designer, and one of the most stylish people that I had ever met. That was probably a/… Read full post »
Camden at Dawn
Friends extend encouragement and help set expectations. This is a good thing.
We traveled on a Greyhound bus for hours. By the time we’d left the school, it was dark. This meant that we had to spend the entire evening on the bus and n/… Read full post »
Erotica... But Not Pornography?
I found myself having comfortable discussions with friends here in the OS, about my recent posts and my preference for writing erotica. In comments, I am told that I am good at it. But with a few years on me, I can also remember when this would never have been/… Read full post »
Alana, Jessie and the Rabbit
This is the conclusion of the storyline that began with Alana and was continued in Alana and Jessie
I took my time and finished my drink. I could not hear anything but the music that Jessie had turned on before she left. I could visualize the spacious cabi/… Read full post »
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