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 [...]
my stacks
pushed nightmares arouse quick desire a fast tease changes places with dirty friction hot fucking flow– struggling glide–turns thought love life surrounded in gentle motion–finally sparks fell like pages read and played great edge lingers programming my fingertips woman draw–aware– accustomed to vulnerability and regret lust strokes fall filmed poetry pushing photographing shameful straining instant [...]
walking
images teasing soaking my core white process and power heartache sexual slit late touches experience fire camera face shoots the morning thick orgasm moves rhythm pulls art thinking slides legs open electric drips innocence gratification–slipping regret curve simultaneously giving erection told breath and words decide men walk raw personal moaning plunge and spread dragging my [...]
