That’s what the headline said anyway about a name I shall not speak — I didn’t even read the article. I wouldn’t allow the ashes of that name space in my mouth. That person is likely dead, unless he/she was, like, three years old when they dropped that dime. But their family may still live, the shame and horror of the blood in their veins and…

Even the scantily attired pretty believers: No, seriously, let’s rip ‘em new ones, the selfish dopes! — Let’s say you are the scantily clad young lady in the pic above — Home, sick as a dog in your house because you trusted your pastor and congregation when they told you the lord would protect you from this devil’s COVID thing. Poor, poor, sad little unvaccinated, mask-mocking you. …

This is an absolute line in the blood-soaked sand — I can still love/like/respect (somehow, difficult as it is) GOP’s, even Trumpster-Morons, even stupid/ignorant Insurrectionist ass-hats who believe that the second-coming of fuckin’ Jesus H. is Trump. All of these are difficult to manage, but ultimately do-able. But you Anti-vaxxers, you disease-spreading pieces of Q-anon Laura/Tucker/SeanH hypocritical fuck-nuts, NO, not you — For you, there is…

An Epic Poem of Love and Loss I. 1. Lindy felt the early tugs, Her, womb becoming tidal and loud, the fetus, turning, crying out a tiny beast. A braying sigh. He calls to her. He calls to her. And his voice moves against her flesh, an undulation, his kick a caress. His…

Or somethin’ like that . . . — So, I’ve only had a few ménage a trois in my life and the first one was my wife (at that time) and her best friend, who had been sort of a girlfriend of mine a few years earlier — That sexual adventure hadn’t gone real well and is included …

Asking for a friend . . . — Publishing poems that are only read by a few other poets is a bit like making moves on a gorgeous woman who has just looked at you. What I mean is that whatever you’re doing that’s created that mysterious pull is the beautiful woman is gazing over a veil, hiding her deepest, secret self from you…

Slipping a Woman a ‘Roofie’ — a reconsideration on the negative aspects — As a man writing under my real name and not interested in being castigated or crucified, even if for partially just cause, let me assure one and all that despite a wide range of bad behavior, I’ve never slipped a woman a knockout drug, so that when she’s unconscious I can have sex with her…