Of all the literarydevices, my favoriteone is living.There's no substitute.As poets, we pull back thecurtain to our view of life.You can shape your craft asyou go.Metaphors will come allover the page.Your imagery will becomepencil-sharp and vivid.Be patient.If you don't...

             “Heavy breathing, sore back and knees that hurtBecause this sexy freak just received some major sex work,            “Now she lays across a fucked out bed in recoveryWhile I’m in the bathroom scrubbing off my dick liquefied pussy,             “After...

back and forth the pendulum swingsregressing in my mind I see the lives I've livedrebellious being with a penchant for painlooking in I know not where I've beenbut I'm struck with the feeling I know more than this mortal...

The storm is my friendYou can't see meThe storm is my friendThe stormThe storm is not my friendI can feel youThe storm will bring my endThe stormThe storm is my friendYou can't hear meThe storm is my friendThe stormThe...

do you hear that songit’s the sweetest serenadenot writtenjust feltbetween fingertips and ivorywhere the melody stumbles into breaththe release of air after it’s been trappedholds in my deepest pleasurelike the hush after the final chordstill ringinstill reachinfor skin instead...