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 Only in initiated Poets' poems we read of the intimacy between Eros and Ganymede: as each young man in our class eagerly discovers that... [read more] |
 Getting drunk on Monday night even before “Columbo” comes on Listening to Thomas Mapfumo from Zimbabwe The brand... [read more] |
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No one will gain benefits from these false prophets eternally spilling gossip [read more] |
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WHEN INTUITION COMES TO FRUITION YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THAT DIMENSION ITS MAIN INTENTION HELPS MAKE DECISION WITH MUCH PRECISION THAT IS ITS... [read more] |
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From a slope, Vincenzo looked upon ruined Pompeii: he wanted to imagine each beautiful boy--- adolescent, long-haired, delightedly barefoot,... [read more] |
 أيها البحر الأقرب إليّ من حدسي.. كل الطرق إليك موت مُرجَأ.. ومع هذا جازفتُ.. وفقدت في الإثر ظَهري.. ودفاتري.. وآخر قناديلي.. فكرتُ كثيرا كي... [read more] |
 Forcing the aloe from the peel so desperately, they ached for something to soothe the burning sun. And I sucked the bitterness out of the pl... [read more] |
 oh, darling, how we must be the stupidest duet in history a dream within a dream stuck on a butt cushion, nothing so notable t... [read more] |
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WHERE DOES POETRY COME FROM I DON'T THINK ANYONE KNOWS ALL IS NEVER SAID AND DONE IT'S ANYWAY THE WIND BLOWS [read more] |
 Am I here by the force of good karma or bad karma Am I on a mission or do I even have a purpose fuc... [read more] |
 I feel like I was duped, tricked into saying my vows when you haven't kept yours. I've been checked out for months trying to find a w... [read more] |
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I feel adored but not desired; I feel cared for but not craved. I need a man who needs my body as much as he needs my heart. ... [read more] |
 We did not meet just by circumstance; clearly it was by your strategic plot. Originally unbeknowngst to me, later through our actions, your... [read more] |
 In my younger days dated Lil A gal who I wanted to kill I don't wanna be rude But I had to conclude The woman was mentally ill ... [read more] |
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seems you haven't changed . . . . familiarity worn like a warm blanket ... [read more] |