Seems I live here on the brinkalways salting my bitter inkwith these tears I now crynever sure of the reason why Abandoned here on the pageas if discarded by some agewhen poetry always made senseregardless of its imperfect tense How the...

  The tree, which I'll call Her is reaching the end of Her natural life. Limbs that once were spread apart, have thickened so much, that a hand has barely enough room to pass between and touch the spot, where in a tangled bush the sweetest fruit is...

tisk, tisk, tisk…  maybe I’m just crazy wasting my time in a cyber world caring for imaginary frenemies         giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!people who don’t know me feel the need to judge...

We met on the beach. She was bending over in an aqua colored thong, flashing her ass at my husband. He was totally taken by the sight, her fleshy buns with that faint birthmark on the right cheek. It was...