You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...

I started this notesomewhere in the middleof Chesapeake Bay…staggeringupper deck on a ferry named FANTASY,floating towards Foreverville.Your arms surrounded melike a memory,chestnut hair wildly dispersed,September chill on sky-mist stationary,your tongue on the creaseof my sticky envelope,tendrils of curls crossing the...

Soledad Libellule: The Poet of Ink, Silence, and the Sea Soledad Libellule’s poetry is not merely a collection of lyrical expressions—it is a lifelong meditation written in salt, fire, and ink. With over 300 poems carefully sculpted and refined, Libellule...

Looking for the right moment to feastWaiting for the perfect prey Little did I know, my hunger Got blinded by your twisted ways Satiated by your darkness And the musk and taste of your blood Did not realize the one...

Funny how I have this abilityto live with a bold fragilitytake on each new dayin the same fragile defiant waySeizing every single momentwhile the wicked surf does fomentits own deep inner rage...so that I may then pen the pageUse...