Gaylord-Lynne Before Gaylord-Lynne was born their name was supposed to be Gaylynne. Immediately following their birth, the doctor was a little hesitant to identify the baby as a boy. You see, a micro penis and one testicle unseen in any of the was clearly evident upon birth. Dr. Komomata took a significant amount of time […]

death and resurrection’s connection violent, perfidious exploitation loving censured-my heart’s avenger crying love justice empathy together like a drunken woman ravaged by sex a cluster of men surrounding her flex ripping, digging deep inside tender flesh disseminating feminine essence death becomes her as the soldier’s chore slaughtered in the battle of life’s war Commander lucre-xenophobic […]

I will be posting excerpts from my upcoming novel, Hadrian’s Destiny. As I do not write in chronological order, these postings will not follow the exact order they will once I have completed the book. I hope my blog readers will understand that this is raw writing and the errors one might encounter during this […]

Nuclear Family or Nuclear Explosion? Dominic lays snoring, and not so softly either. After a big tear Dominic’s snores are loud and growly. Marie can never sleep next to him on nights like this. Glancing over and admiring his thick, reddish blonde hair, curly locks dangling over eyelids covering deep green eyes, Marie sighs, still […]

two hands come together to form one heart two souls where the sun rises and sets between us and time stands still passes by a minute a lifetime inside your loving arms a blink of the eye is our constant road held together by two fingers two thumbs our heart our soul fragile force freedom’s […]

like a soft wave it wafts through the front door   we’d say we could smell it a block away   but truly we only knew right before (or was it as soon as) we opened the door   mom was baking bread again and bread dough meant   CRUMPETS!   fresh cut chunks of […]

maiden’s golden hair rippling fire blazing trees pinwheel flowers spin   his heart in his brush van Gogh admires from afar the world all aflame   rapid, yet languid each slashing harsh stroke reveals broken heart movement   tender, yet calloused breasts droop – ripple, cream face soft lacking expression   ears pollute landscape phallic […]

neolithic lure head arched neck stretching curled into one another assailing amour concupiscent flames passion’s minion #pmb

existing but once our own selves, our energy dispersing again returning to self reconnecting universe to be born again #pmb

how does one judge voices from the heart? doesn’t every whisper of the soul utter content? isn’t every shout of agony or joy deserving an ear? who is to say one expression greater? another’s experience more valid? what makes one voice stronger? one voice weaker? who are we to choose? can we not embrace every […]