half
half words sent while this sleepy woman sleeps dreaming of the androids and their sheep my love and cunt I give to the fractured man, whose grip is firm around my throat- while his cock does sink the moon follows so round and ripe– an orb to guide the way lovers wax and wain– the [...]
risk
you’re risky the words stretched you move fast- he always told me and how is your lifestyle? will it come back to haunt you? it always does everything about me is a risk holes of need to constantly be filled fucked and fed scratched and loved risk a venturous game I play– not like I [...]
Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0: landscape painting
I bet you think I forgot about National Poetry Month…well, I didn’t. Another round of Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0/Tag Cloud poetry for you. If inclined you can find most of my exquisite corpse poetry in my new easy to read archive! Landscape Painting contracted intent culminating sleek– but yet to come experience pulls fills moves committed to every throb [...]
Tsurufoto Nudiezine
tsurufoto nudiezine issue #12 is now available at http://etsy.me/nudie12 Our 1st Anniversary! WOOT!!!! And it’s a doozy, in this issue… Photo of the month: Natali, her bush, and fun with fauxlaroids! Letters to Tsuru by Library Vixen Photography: Kewpie Goes A-Streakin’! Interview with Flotilla lead woman & nude model Veronica Charnley Hipstamateur Porn! Photography & Centerfold: Our Nudiecrane [...]
inside
warm– stay where the first is my last scratch– reverse last is my first hands that climb summit is a street were birds live and love creeps constriction of flow sigh choked whisper air recede- broken between parted lips
semaphore signals
powder morning light your voice exuberant a killing machine low brow rouge piece of shit fuck you questionable entertainment indeed i’m not afraid of the dark your long shadows casted silent my broken jaw witness the relocation like the sound of broken glass
intent
drunken intent kissing blaze pinched tantalized blushed ride all night into sunrise burn constrained selectivity confined this core needs more splayed silken gloss drips notes fade stars fall muscle rise turgid lips licked to please i aim kneel fill feed use
Sonnet For the Library Vixen
You always knew she kept more than the keys To information. And you sensed the cool And stern affect and skirts beyond the knees Hid sexuality. Of course, only a fool Would underestimate this vixen’s power– The holdings and the indices, the hair Unpinned, a tryst after the aching hour Of closing time, commingling truth [...]
983
three flights up kettle signals unanswered hot water circulates. pipes– skeletal system inhabitants of 983 stir in morning dark shoes abandoned outside the door banished from the warmth of the inside the lives of others going unknown heard in glimpses of stories I create with each noise there lay a mans wife eyes straining to [...]
