The rain hits my skin like acid Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance What I need is waiting Perfectly still Exquisitely hard Waiting for what I alone can give Others have tried Others have died in their futile attempt My little biter Is not to...

He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain

Helen hesitated, opened the lid, breathed, and there they were. Bright tall pink strong stalks. Her first forced rhubarb of the season. Reaching for it, she slid her hand along the firmest stalk until she felt the tender base,...

     “Each tattoo carved in flesh made him wince in painBut he, welcomed the disfigurement without regret or shame,      “In the distance the sound of sand cascaded like a waterfallWith snake like movements down skull decorated...

...the flicker, a burning flame of untamed hungertouching her...so wet she drowns, teasing hersetting her soul on fire as my tongue becomesa stiletto's minuet on her flesh...as her eyesbecome darker than the pleasures as she feelsthe flicker, longing the...