Bound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...

THE JASPER BROTHERSIt was a hot muggy day.Surprisingly for late October.I'd been home in my apartmentbare ass naked all morning.Only visible to my imaginary catSocks. Technically, he was alsonaked. But he could lick himself.I have never managed the stunt.Although,...

It looked poetryWas sculpted in his headIt was his only museAnd I liked thatI wanted to dig in there.

I. Forged SilenceIn a furnace of patience,bronze becomes melted memory—ore drawn from dark veins,forged in the gorge of impermanence.Each hammerbeat molds intention;flame licks the cusp of silence.Metal softens toward surrender,its glow rehearsing stillness.Hands withdraw from the heat,letting the fire...

PETTING KITTY She purrs...enjoying the touch.She rises to meet the hand.You can see the want in her eyes.More! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Kisses and cuddles! The purringincreases in volume. A special momentof love between them. The hand feverishly strokes the...