To be carried by the winds of Jupiter, no more, let it be.
Becalm the wild stormy seas.
Out of the chaos, it will find its way.
The vine sinews the bark of the tree.
And, to the sunlight shimmering, a striptease dancing in the canopy above. …
Your words are evocative of life, fractured, broken nuggets, musing and observations. We try to compose linear narratives when our thoughts are broken fragments that we attempt to combine to construct stories — something that makes sense, constructing sense out of nonsense. Of course, they are just random occurrences and…
A question mark crescent moon looms over a grey drawn London sky. The dispossessed army shuffles, dragging their lifeless bodies into the invisible world. Six o’clock in the morning, and thoughts are dawning. …
You made me a slave so I could be saved.
Your sins I forgave.
But, I ask where was your Lord when I was being lynched and tied to the poplar tree?
Unlike your Lord, I feel like I am every day walking down the road to Calvary.
You told…
What if you were lying on a beach, lost thoughts, listening to the whooshing surf, grains of sand drifting in and out. A cool breeze blows in from the sea, small red crabs scuttling along the beach. I see your eyes opened wide, starring into the distance.
Entranced by your…
Let me be the meter to your soul
to present you with a heart of gold
shall I be so bold
to tell you that you have set my heart all aglow?
Now I have seen you,
I can see no other. …
A man was riding a horse on the highway. This route was not the one that he usually took. Tonight, he decided to come this way to save time. He came across two women on his travels, one young with a baby in her arm, the other an elderly lady…
For those of sensitive disposition, this is an erotic prose-proceed with caution .
I awake to a recurring image of the droplets of precum on the tip of your beautiful stiff ****: the colours, textures of skin stretched to the point of tearing emotions about to gush forth. My tongue…
