His hands moved me like strings
attached to a marionette deftly,
as I danced for him my body lifted
to each movement of his hands like
a caress along every inch of me.
I would feel him as I swung into a
perfect pirouette, I the lithe tigress
stalking in the...
Writers rarely get the opportunity to ‘toot their own horn’ so to speak. I always like to start off these interviews with a little intro and feel free to really go for it! Tell our readers a little bit about yourself, what you do and...
A decade ago I lived in El Paso,
and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress
in a small hot apartment next to my first wife
and her disassociation from me.
I was a young soldier, busy and dutiful.
A baby and...