writing

Of the flesh

For the longest time I avoided pornography as a means to help me get off. Some of it was born out of years of conditioning when it came to all things sexual outside of the bonds of marriage. I shouldn’t touch myself and to add the sin of indulging in watching porn would just send me …

Whisker Burn

I’ve been anxious about my writing, or rather my lack of writing, so I’m challenging myself to write something everyday this week. It’s not block so much as a combo of laziness and disinterest. That’s a scary couple right there. I’ve decided to try adding to this poor tale that’s been plagued by the diabolical …

Untitled

Back in a familiar place. My return here has already been wrought with issues that have put me on edge.  I’ll have to endure for a few weeks regardless. Surfing my archives, I realized it’s poetry month and I’d made no effort to honor the occasion. Here’s some old poetry to honor the changes my …

Oldie: Hotel

Something from the archives, posted this time last year. I’ll be doing a bit of traveling so I felt it appropriate   — I love staying at business hotels. The places with the concierge and staff that will do anything for you. The places where the press of the men’s suits is exact and so …

Core 

An unedited sketch. I just need to do a quick write  — “Lift a little higher.”  His hands wrap around my waist and adjust me just an inch. There’s a brief brush of his palm along my bare skin, causing me to groan. I don’t have a chance to ascertain the nature of my groan …