My Poetry

One in the Morning (A Ghazal)

One in the Morning.   One hundred dollars to be loved for one hour by a woman named Beloved.   The volume on the rental car radio is turned all the way down to one as you   and her wrinkle the leather in the backseat with your naked, dry flesh. One   time when… Continue reading One in the Morning (A Ghazal)

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My Poetry, One-liners

The Wrath of the Hand.

Why wasn't the human body made strong enough to withstand the strength and the wrath of the human hand?