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Sex With Felicia

Mr. Woods recounts an earlier encounter with a friend of his.

I was cleaning out my attic when I came across some belongings that had long been put away. I opened a box that contained mementos of my military days, an era that seemed to have been a lifetime ago. In the box, was a picture of me standing next to an att...

The Legacy

An unexpected reunion yields pleasure that transcends time and reality.

I knew it was her by her eyes. I had changed a lot, but she hadn’t. I remembered those eyes. They weren’t the first thing I noticed the first time I saw her. Her breasts, covered yet displayed by a peach scoop-neck pullover, were large enough to need a br...

If you ever think of me sometime... If you ever remember my name... If you ever wonder about me… Just know I used to love you far more than you can fathom. I did not need to justify some minutes of madness. Everything was perfect in itself except for our...

Time is echoes and snapshots afterwards. In the fevered dark with a bare heartstill drumming against my own,scared and almost unknowable,your heat thrumming everywhere,I think that nothing will ebb away. That we'll emit this strange hallowed energy foreve...

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I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her standing across the road, eating her favourite doughnut. It was her - I would recognize that hair anywhere. She turned towards me, her long coat flapping in the wind, and my jaw dropped. Right at that moment, she...

Villanelle to a Shared Yearning

Hiraeth: nostalgia tinged with sadness over loss and a yearning for a place that may never have been

Nostalgia yearns for places never found,We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs;Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound,A song is heard, it crests and gently dies;Nostalgia yearns for places never fou...

Daffodil

The ephemeral beauty of the daffodil

Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the s...

The Lighthouse

The loneliness of the lighthouse keeper

I watch the waves crash against the rocks, feeling the spray on my face, It's nice to stand here, to listen and contemplate in this deserted place. The sky is blue and grey, the sea reflecting its angry stare like a mirror, A flock of ducks haunt the wave...

Catching Up (Part 1)

Joanna is reminded of a love that got away.

Tuesday 22 February 2011. Twelve fifty-five pm. That was when a devastating earthquake hit my home town of Christchurch, New Zealand, after which nothing in this city will ever be the same again. Unbeknown to me at the time, that same moment was also to t...

Here’s Looking At You

"Here's looking at you, kid." This was Sam's endearment to his first wife, Jenny.

Sam held the black-and-white photograph of his first wife in the gnarled fingers of his hand. “Here’s looking at you, kid!” he said, holding it up towards his failing eyes, as much aware of the liver spot on the back of his hand as of Jenny’s prim beauty....

Some, Walls

passing through you.

I think I may live with too many walls around me. The thought of himStill gives me butterflies... He lingers when I least expect it. Maybe I have lost myself? I have perfectly framed imagesIn my mind of you,Faces of your love surround meBut, my tears ......