Wine-Scented Dreams:Ballad of a Creole Moon      Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of...

You have releasedthe Kraken.The mighty eye opens,thrusting to the swelling surface.I come for you in waves,fists strapped to the starboard bow.Your tentacles are drapedlike twisted sea dreadsswaying across your varnished shoulders.I am the captain’s daughter.You are the mutiny of...

This is my masterpieceI have poured my heart and soul into this  I must hand this in  The pounding in my chest will not cease Every metaphorEvery juxtapositionWas executed with  A precise description She is going to hate it.That witch of...

Lead on,brave steed,up ambled stairs,this musky room,abrupt with noise.Let's climb until we find our chairsabove the sea of girls and boys.The very back... that's what I like.It's where we fuck on Friday night! Just take a seat beside me here.I'll...