Monthly Archives: April 2014

Bitter Sweet

I love a girl walking in a bikini, that little tiny span of material that bunches up ever so sensually. I love the line that panties make on a firm bottom, like I were wearing comic book x-ray glasses. I … Continue reading

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Spring moon

There is something special about the full moon. My first born came to earth when the moon was full. Something insistent in that pull. The pulling moon is woman, the burning sun man. That’s just the way it is. I’m … Continue reading

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On unsteady feet I walk to the beat of unborn hope, tightly held by doubt, in a prison of stasis. My resolve melts and drains from my body, like blood from a lamb. Haltingly I stop, trying to find hope, … Continue reading

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