Reunited

and then, atop a mess of soaked Egyptian cotton while water trickled from an overturned bedside vase as if savoring a cool spring after a week lost in the Sahara Remy and Anäis devoured each other playing each other's bodies like musical instruments - he was the sax, she the violin - until their harmonics …

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Swim For Your Life in Me

~ for M.B. ~ Run to me, oh spotted fawn His raging alcoholic inferno Destroying your soul for ages Is behind you now Sparks still chase Popping and hissing after you You've been running, exhausted Trapped, frightened, confused Escaping your living nightmare But fear not, don't look back Now you are free! Come drink of …

Inside the Writer’s Mind: Letter to Amy

Preliminary notes: This little frivolity is a bit like a scene from a play.  The location is wherever (and whenever) I'm trying to write a letter... no, scratch that... trying to write anything at all. Green italicized text = the voice of my "inner critic". Red italicized text = my thoughts in response. Bold black …