She lay in the bed an arms length from him. Even in her incomprehensible stillness, when Eron looked at her, the beats of his heart skipped when he gazed upon her beauty. Though he could barely see the rise and fall of her chest, and though her skin was a deathly shade of pale, the […]
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Palette and Easel
I dabbed then stroked. I blotted, then flicked. I mixed, then grazed, Pressed, and then glazed. I touched, then scraped. I swabbed, then swiped. I swirled, then kissed, Tapped, then caressed. I connected, then skimmed. I swabbed, then filled in. I mixed, then applied, blended and then smiled. I finally found you, […]
Give unto others…….
Valentines Day has recently passed. As we move away from the fourteenth of February, we also move away from a tremendous amount of pressure. Pressure? But Valentines Day is a time of celebrating love, passion, and intimacy. What kind of pressure could be involved when true love is at the center of the celebration? Maybe, […]
Open Hand
Here. Please, open your hand. Are you ready? Good, I’m glad. I will just ask one thing of you, before I place it in your hand. I’m not asking anything outlandish of you. No, no. Its not heavy, nor will you damage it. I assure you, it’s not burdensome. There’s no reason to be scared […]
Beyond Beauty
Thy beauty, fickle doth it play upon my youthful vanities. Radiant doth it burn upon my tender sensibilities. Passionately doth it wrest my gaze and redirect my steps. Insistently, doth it create smoldering sensations in my loins. Heat, be the feeling on my skin. Damp, then, the beads on my brow. Pulsating, be the […]
If ever there was a time to look into the raw essence of your being, now is that time.
I have reconfigured. I have readjusted. I’ve reformed, and reconstituted. I’ve changed, converted, reverted, to a prior, livelier more vivacious version, that I tried to abandon, by pursuing the enlightenment, entitlement, enrichment, and unrealistic expectations of modern man. I’ve shaken hands with my predecessors, and reconnected to those who laid the ground upon which […]
Filling in before filling out.
I intended to write this before the holiday. Intending an, inspired by traditional ideas of love, passion, and romance, post, then, presenting a tempered, sardonic, counterpoint. But, with scrutiny of this supposed holiday, I find that its existence feeds off of guilt, insecurity, compulsion, and unabashed commercial exploitation, of emotion, fragility, and a vacuous longing to […]
Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)
Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position. He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom. He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]
Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)
As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom. It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]
Open Heart Anguish (XVII)
“You followed me?” she stammered. His answer was devoid of emotion. “That’s correct, I did follow you.” “You can’t be serious. This must be a joke.” “If I was acting a prankster, and my admission of tailing you when you left the house but a simple, roguish trick, this entire scene would be far more […]