My friend asksme where I getthe fodder forwriting my poems.I tell him, life.He says that's toosimple.He isn't satisfied.I tell him thatsometimes, I sit atmy desk and openthe window above thelitterbox, and lookoutside at theorange daylilies andwait.He says he writesfrom...

Why does a world without you bring up feelings and thoughts i long to? Escape from your grip in the slightest sense of it gives hope for happiness so i’ll make sure of it. You can beat me senseless...

     Rose and I had been dating for a little while by midsummer 2007. We were both in our early twenties and very horny. Hornier than most people our age given how we enjoyed a lot of hot...