Resort (a poem)

Sometimes you have to go with the music… In the middle of this isolation… I want to be smothered buried surrounded by the warm the damp the scent the sweat fulfilling the dream she once told me about The touch— smooth rough sliding pressing against my skin a familiar taste forever locked in here commanding [...]

Mapless (a poem)

I wonder about myself sometimes… Thirty percent to Lichtenstein and a fantasy I never allowed myself What will they call the place when I get there? (23 March 2019—posted March 24th) I have books available. Links to more information here.  Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount [...]