Monthly Archives: February 2014

62 – PREPPED

What we feel comes long before what we understand. Turmoil in our loins comes early as hints, whispers, faints into the physical long before the forays into reality. A doctors therapy for sores beneath my foreskin sent me, at twelve, … Continue reading

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61 – FACTS OF LIFE

Got my first and only Sex… Lecture from my mother. I was six. {Two dogs on the street. I didn’t understand} “Mom…?” “What? -oh- that. Grown-ups do it too.” {that was one hell of a shock!} Then, “Well, don’t worry.” … Continue reading

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60 – DINNER

The meat lay flat and limpid on the kitchen counter top as we talked about which receipt, unscrewed the cork until it popped. Then I used the wooden hammer, beat the meat ’till it was tender while you heated up … Continue reading

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59 – COLD FEET

Last night, late, well, early morning, something happened that I hate. My lady got cold feet. Icy toes heels froze… And my legs are warm under the quilt. So, of course, {Opposites attracting opposites she knows the best spots} From … Continue reading

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58 ON POPEING AND FUCKING

I If a man’s not a Pope before white smoke pours though St. Peters chimney, then no matter the number of Cardinals proclaiming, he is not. But the man who is marked by God’s finger may crawl through all the … Continue reading

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57 – SUMMERS TIME

Today, I am a willing addict to summers gentle narcotic to warm breeze, hot sun, fans hum. Emerald hummingbirds darting, penetrating willing impatiens, clematis blue heron slow stroking wings glides down the slopes, cool river inviting. Tonight, blinds drawn, sheets … Continue reading

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56 – MY WIFE

There is only one woman whose soul knows mine deep enough to pull me over from sanitary sanity to the freedom and joy of passion. Where bulls bellow, tomcats yowell on fence posts, mares, in mock fright, whinny in conterpunctual … Continue reading

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55 – A CLOSE ENCOUNTER VICTIM

I was riddled and piddled and diddlelysquated. Then birthly sent herthward all crazled and potted. Deturned to this inverse disbeveled, believered from a world so squartangled to here so sphereited. When grounding this roundling rehausted, walked balkward stalkward, for mirth … Continue reading

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