mid-morning intimate encounters nibbling at gently rippled raspberries dipping thick hardened breadstalk into smooth hummous uttering groans of satisfaction guaranteed for starters fiddling with the taut skin of two kiwi fruit presenting themselves to …

Meeting Taningia danae, Mating in the dark depths of oceans in chance encounters Male rips incisions with beak, with claws into the fair female’s neck moving rapidly and then deposits the spermatophores into the wounds with a penis 92 centimeters…

Berhi fronds stand upright wide waving in the wind, yet unwavering, welcoming, like when you lifted your arm the other night surrendering my reserve; the urge to be drawn into your sphere, becoming the embodiment of your Spirit, shifting into the Bulbu…

singular moments of intense pleasure of waking up in the morning and feeling simply – happy – - at peace – and momentarily forgetting all the piles of laundry; stretching my arms upwards in the bath and remembering with an easy smile how our union over…

running in circles around nothing but one funicular will it take me to the top of the mountain? or will it be an artificial ski slope in a shopping mall? Filed under: Poetry

nevermind that you were sitting next to that woman yesterday instead of being with me I’ll just push that to the back of that shelf, that over-loaded, over burdened shelf in my brain-heart-soul or whatever it is that holds the strings and the com…

The puppetmaster raises his tumbler to his purple lips and tosses his head back swigging the contents of the glass down the festering abyss. ——– Hark, hark there is a mob heading our way and the motion becomes commotion and anger is r…

Somewhere poetry hides as quiet as a mouse as shy as a chaste maiden and I the peaceful huntress the tranquil fisherwoman indulge her coquetry and wait for Her Bounty to appear Filed under: Poetry

Mistress: Be generous === I want your pudendum to be like an Arabian sheep: shaggy, hairy, and with the deep promise of lean, local goodness. === I want your rump to be like an Arabian sheep: fat-tailed, smackable, and fertile as the Nejd valley. &#160…

have I forgiven you? you? and you? the Wounds in all their tumultuous infancy long ago scarred over and now in their place on that sensitive portion of my Heart: simply comprehension, compassion & empathy for all you did. And now, I need several mo…

will close my eyes and you tell me a story throw me a line and pull me through bait me rate me I consent to all ==== will blink and see you a field of pink an electric horizon of translucent flamingoes dive into your madness and retrieve my heart quive…

  “THE Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole those tarts, And took them clean away.”   The Knave of Hearts has made off with her  poetry and her stories. He’s tied …

the skin on your sex is as delicate as the fuzz on a ripe Turkish peach and both are as indescribably juicy at the first bite. Filed under: Poetry

Are you fasting? He asked in jest. I replied, two days later, No. I was put on earth to test the resolve of people like you Filed under: Poetry

Crunchy bittersweet berhi deep sunny yellow, sometimes still greenish unripe at the head, mostly deeply yellow, sun-kissed rounded hard delightfully crunchy once popped in my wet mouth, sweetly juicy with a delicious heady high note that keeps me wanti…

Airline stewardess and pilot embrace; eager intense kiss in the hotel elevator as soon as they get inside; in the heat, forgetting to insert the elevator card and the doors suddenly open as a crowd of people push the button calling the lift; the surpri…

Her nipple rings nudged the thin cotton material of her t-shirt; she made her way to the bus stop followed by her friend with a very pierced ear; and I peered at them from the very top deck of the bus. Filed under: Poetry

alone Visions of me running Along the sand bar In the middle of the sea The shore line a safe distance away And people appear as pawns on a colourful chessboard. I am reminded of Abraham Eons ago, How he stood in the middle of the school hallway And de…

Absurd In dreams that you walk in And lift your dishdasha And wiggle your erect penis In jest Not noting the other people in the room – Then I see my profile in red and As I turned my eyes to look at myself The whites remind me Of a frightened ho…

you spew your venom like vomit, it seeps below my hardened exterior latches onto my trapped senses and i watch helplessly desperately trying to keep my eyes on the empty road ahead. you poison me my daily due imbued with your toxic brew i struggle to f…

May I wrote you no poetry this year. No laments. No grievances held. There comes a time when the intensity of pain subsides and memories become scars. In time they will become mere thoughts. May a month of farewells and sudden abrupt goodbyes. Cruel se…

Driving west, We used to chase the sun or so I thought. A game to pass the hours: The highways behind us falling into darkness, but I thought if we could go fast enough, Rabi3 , Khamis, Sadis, never stopping, then we could live in eternal sunset. Awa…

Driving west, We used to chase the sun or so I thought. A game to pass the hours: The highways behind us falling into darkness, but I thought if we could go fast enough, Rabi3 , Khamis, Sadis, never stopping, then we could live in eternal sunset. Awa…

Will I at eighty-five begin remembering your face more clearly? And will I relive the lust we shared more deeply more meaningfully than I did during reckless encounters and sensual harvesting of ripe pears? Perhaps memories too will crumble into … Continue reading →

don’t whisper my name into any dark veils or call it, aloud, during the prayers you repeat, asking for atonement, don’t begin begging for me to salvage your wounded slab of soul or to darn those holes in your seemingly … Continue reading →

Today am gonna make an Equalizer machbus to celebrate eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, .. of forgetting you, and being forgot…. gonna drench that nathri Basmati in tangy, spicy, thick dakous; wash it down with some frothy white laban and dewy Berhi dates. .. I might consider, I may.. if I’m patient enough, starting [...]

Oh April!
You’re such a fool!
White puffy clouds in
a
bright blue sky
moving like bison
going south,
Give me a wild
ride
and
tell me
are clouds like that
springy?
bouncy?
And are there really pink castles
in the air?
Puff!
Filed under: Poetry

I wear
no wedding band
But I admire
the hands of men
who do;
More so than the women
who weigh down
nimble fingers
with heavy stones.
Once
in my childish seriousness
I asked Mama:
Where is your wedding band?
And she said:
I lost it while swimming
in the sea..
I never questioned her
again
about the Ring
But now,
when I look at my fingers
fleshy
free
I wonder why
her band was never
replaced?
Filed under: Poetry [...]

We drive by
My face turns
to the cold window
and I feel
Trees
stand
proud and
beautiful
in naked
wintry splendor
Thick trunks
shaped by biting
autumn winds
extend intricate limbs
beckoning all
into a warm embrace;
Life lovers,
Seekers of truth
lean against the wide girth
and listen to Earth’s heartbeat.
Trees bend over
to caress the bobbing heads of impish sprites
playing;
Mother leans her back against
the Oak
and eternal strength
convolutes into her blue veins.
Transparent
trees
Beautiful
without adornments.
Filed [...]

you wore me out
and now I just want to sleep
want to bury my face into creamy vanilla cake
want to spread my arms wide
and envelope your passion
embrace the edge of your voice
fall into rhythmic collisions
slide uphill
downhill
and snowboard into ecstasy
====
once he was seated there in his office
and stripped
in plain words
he masturbated for her
and I watched
in wonderment
I watched [...]