When I was in high school, my American Lit teacher had us read Moby Dick. It was a daunting task at the time, but I have always been glad I did it. There is a scene near the beginning of the novel in which Ishmael, the narrator, finds himself in bed on an...
It was a time of disenchantment and cold despair. A time of failure and much ridicule. A time of longing and much nervousness. A time of shock. A time of ultimate joy. But fortunately, it was a time long ago. The year was 1953, and all the above emotions...
My phone mocks me; shiny screen blank,Exuding smug silence. I deleted your numberIn a rare moment of honest frankAcceptance; an attempt to disencumber My life of your memory. Fuck you;And fuck your pathetic needTo call me every day, as if you knewI’d one...
Waking at three in the morning, my eyesDamp for some reason, I lie silent in the darkListening for the familiar fall and riseOf your soft breathing; but only the stark Emptiness of absence surrounds my frailVacuum. My heartbeat throbs like your cockUsed t...
You know that guy?That LiesCheatsDenies He was onceLied tooHurtDenied the truth Now he plays gamesWith heartsSoulsTearing other's apart He needed more in lifeRelationshipsFamilyNot just hardships ---------- Remember that girl?Who dancedLaughedTook chances...
CHAPTER 34 I couldn’t believe it. The woman was deliberately figuring out ways to hurt me. If not by her words then her influence with the children, I was being cut out of their lives. I knew the children, the twins for sure, wouldn’t actually realize i...
CHAPTER 16 Well I was pretty sure that this time I’d be left alone at least for a while. I was more than persuaded that I’d likely be getting Christmas cards from Abigail, but those would be returned unopened for sure. I didn’t like their attitudes or the...
Around they swirl, Faster and faster. Closer they draw, Loathing, self-doubt and insecurity. Tottering on the edge, I can't seem to resist. Their seductive pull, Luring me in. NO! His voice rings clear. Hands strong and firm, Pulling me from the brin...
And after we're gone who'll remember to care Despair waiting there for the loss all will bear For the loss For the loss They show love and despair We will never return But remember to care Knowing despair that is already there When the chill sets in will...
After all those years,of sharing a bed,How do I evict you,from my head?We were friends before lovers,and grew so close, it felt so right.I believed our connection stronger,than any disagreement, misunderstanding or fight.In the end how deeply I felt for y...
Whore, n: A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: a prostitute; a promiscuous or immoral woman.He called me a whore. Whether I was or not is a matter of semantics. I was an unfaithful wife, not for money, and not with many, but with one, the one who...
CHAPTER 15: The meeting between the Traynors and the Pollards would have to have been described by an observer as business-like. But, that said, it was fruitful.“Yes, Captain. I have offered him jobs and things and all of it. And, I still stand ready to h...
Stolen kisses beneath the OakA flash of a breast in the moonlightTentative touches under the cover of darknessMuted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forestAphrodite-like perfection masquerading as ArtemisSummer longing turns to Autumn lustWinter’s ic...
CHAPTER 11:Lawyer Donnelly was nothing if not knowledgeable of how to do these kinds of negotiations. But, he was wrong about getting the check on the same day that the deal was consummated. It took two days. The guy was actually apologetic. I was sitting...
