Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off

A Hawksley Workman song has been running around in my mind: Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off.  The theme behind it (or at least the one I’m feeling right now) is the idea what you love and admire in somebody else can foster those traits in you. Continue reading »

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Love Hustlers

I must feel a high degree of affinity for those folks at 48 Hour Magazine ’cause they got me excited about doing things I usually hate: Continue reading »

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Sohbet – Supper Table

Sitting at the supper table with my brother

Laughing ’til we can’t breathe

Thirty years

Thousands of miles

Some things never change

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How the Semicolon Ruined my Sex Life

“It’s getting weirder,” my mother said about my web site the other day; one of my best critics, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she really thinks. Well, brace yourself mama, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’ve started writing erotica (as a very legitimate exercise in writing development, I swear!). And no, I am NOT going to post it on the internet, you’re gonna have to go to a bookstore and buy this stuff the old fashioned way. The thing is, I think writing erotica may actually ruin my sex life. Continue reading »

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Sohbet – Love Poems to Coffee

Ya know,

I’d write a love poem
to my morning coffee…
Except I don’t think
it would have a lot of words

Just some happy hummy noises
and the occasional sigh…

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I found some words, 17 sylables of them:

This coffee, in bed.
Nothing but skin between me
and the sheets. Sublime.

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