Dark brown eyes of mystery, what hides in your soul? Do you hold joy or pain? Does a heart of love hide there? Dark brown eyes of mystery, why do you stare at me? What do you want with me? Will you steal away my soul? Dark brown eyes of mystery, why do you mesmerize me? What is your temptation? Will you hypnotize my heart? Dark brown eyes of mystery, what feelings do you hide? Can you free my soul? Will you give your hear...

Chilling in Barberitos, enjoying an ice cold Tecate with lime, philosophical questions came to mind. That ages old conundrum vexed me so. If the creator had not meant for humans to eat pussy, then why was it created to look like a taco? I drank another Tecate and ate another lime, followed by a Margarita,  actually it was more like four. My answer was to explore my thoughts in an ode. These words I write to you, the ever...

It was a small shop. It carried the oddities of the world. The things that odd people needed for their potions and lotions and curative powders. It was dark, no matter how many lights he lit. The windows were covered with old dust and cobwebs. Shelves lined every wall, and every shelf was lined with vials and bottles and boxes of ingredients needed for many an unusual concoction or elixir. It was not a lucrative shop. But...

August Bailey sat quietly by himself in the office. Staring through the viewing window into the dance studio, he tried to quell the nervous longing in his gut. It was slowly swelling more and more the longer he gazed through the glass. He wasn’t used to this uncertain feeling. He hated it. His attentions were focused on a young woman in the far off corner, going through her stretching and flexing exercises alone in front...

Everyone knows that sometimes temptation is a little too hard to resist. And this was definitely one of those times. I've always been curious about females. Males bore me. Every inch of a woman's body fascinates me, though there are areas that I'm sure you can guess I pay a little more attention to sometimes. Being a photographer, I get to take photos of all manner of things: landscapes, people, architectural things, suns...

He sat at his desk, holding his business card in his hand. “Mitchell B. Edwards,” it read. Below his name it said, “Director of Corporate Development.”     “Should I be impressed?” he thought to himself. “I’m pretty young to be a Director of anything, but I’m not especially impressed myself,” he thought. “At thirty-two I am a director in this large and growing company. My Mom is impressed at my progress. The people around...

Cary was unsettled. She worked in one of those non-descript buildings that pervasively dots industrial parks. In fact, it was an engineering firm doing designer work in plastics, PVC, and other combinations of unpronounceable chemicals. Officially, Cary was the receptionist and accounting technician. However, the company had few walk-ins, so they kept her out front so the young engineers, designers, and techs working “in...

Somewhere down where the Spanish Moss hangs and the Palmetto Trees grow...Garland, still hung over from the previous night’s drinking, sat on the edge of the bed and glared angrily at the window air conditioner unit of his cheap motel room. He found the unit’s incessant vibration and noise increasingly irritating. He then realized he still held the room phone in his hand. He looked at it and dropped it hard onto the recei...

(A Les Lumens Story)The cougar stalks the watering hole, desperate with hunger. Her wound is old – but deep – from a hunt gone horribly awry in her youth. She seeks out the weak and the injured – the easy prey that will not put up a dangerous fight.“Yes, I’m at the bar, Jackie. I told you that I was going to go have a drink.” Dave paused and held the phone away from his ear, his wife’s voice overcoming the noise of the ba...