There's really not much I can add to this, except that if this is fly, I ain't!

(But we already knew that didn't we?)

Enjoy!

I love music.

No, I don't merely like it, I love it.

Music is my refuge. It is that lifelong friend to whom I turn when I need to wallow or relish. True to its name, it can be my muse. It can move me. It can stop me dead in… Read full post »

Lips teeth tongue fingers - 

all tools in my consumption

of your tender flesh.

~~~

I can see your soul

when your green eyes lock on mine

and you moan my name.

~~~… Read full post »

She coaxes my touch

On her warm naked skin.

She teases, defiant,

Not so much as a grin.

With confident strokes

I begin to caress her,

Marking her skin

With my inky tattoos.

 She moves not a muscle

As my fingers address her.

She's has no hang-ups,

No doubts, no… Read full post »

Billy clung to the strap as the engine of the bus rumbled beneath his feet. His eyes roamed the faces of the others on board. Many read newspapers or books or chatted on cell phones. Others stared at the ceiling or, in a few cases, blankly back at Billy.

Most of… Read full post »

WASHINGTON - Responding to calls that he release official government documents relative to the existence of UFOs, President Barack Obama today produced the most incontrovertible evidence yet of the existence of life on other planets when he revealed that he himself is an alien.

"I could release all t… Read full post »

As a blogospheric newbie, I have been blown away by the variety of takes on an even larger variety of subjects I have found here at Open Salon. This is my new favorite magazine and, what’s more, the subscription is free and the subject matter continually fresh and engaging.

But… Read full post »

Whisper to me
A thunderstorm.
Touch me with the rain.
Let the thunder roll
Before the lightning
Strikes my soul,
Leaving it smoldering,
Burned,
Ashes.

Whisper to me
A sunny day.
Touch me with your warmth.
Let your light caress me
Let your heat
Ignite my passion,
Leaving it flaming,
Fire,
Sparks.

Whisper to me
Something… Read full post »

“As dreams go, it was rather vivid. Not encumbered by that milky veil I sometimes see. I guess that’s because, rather than a dream, it was a recollection, made a dream only because I was recalling it while I slept.

“Anyway, things began in real time. I was telling Joni goodbye,… Read full post »

We bought it at an estate sale.

It stood there, silent in its corner, not accustomed to so many strangers in its home.

We paid the $10 asking-price, loaded it in my pickup truck, and set out for home. We were like pirates sailing away with their loot. Or at least… Read full post »

Dig deep
In the rubble
Of my crushed
Heart.

Look deep
Into the sorrow
Of my blind
Eyes.

Reach deep
Into the pool
Of dead
Emotion.

Think deep
Before you play
The lover’s
Trump.

If you’re counting cards,
Count my heart red again –
Alive, beating.
Bleeding, too.
Your hands are stained
With my reawakenin… Read full post »