I knew a girl who was the most fascinating boy you'll ever meet. I stared hard, hoping her nipples would cease to seem so obscene against her flat chest, visible through a button-down pinstriped shirt. Those full, firm nipples. "You could hang a candy-cane off one of those." my girlfriend ...

Aw, this is just LOVELY. Thanks Wendy! I feel it, lady. Grand work

This is a gorgeous little word-creature, Cate. I felt every blue-gold finger of it, walking down my spine.

We thought we knew what we wanted. Compelling connections to be explored as swift as swallows fly; sparks exploding into stars, making pyres of our young bodies. We knew what we thought we wanted. Fearful of endings we tried to live at the speed of light & outran our selves. Gathering up everyth...

Eunuchs have sleeves made of hearts.

The impact probably wouldn't be so intense if it had hit below the belt in my case. You see, I am a eunuch. Had I balls I'm sure that's where the blow would have fallen, & I'd be writhing in front of my computer, cursing your name.

<3

Hi imaginary friend! Thanks for responding. a little voice keeps insisting that many times, he's writing about his Muse; not a real life, human one, rather the elusive creative spirit which, for Leonard, is female; this I believe. I follow the BOM threads (unqualified there too :-)) and sometimes I ...

This is EXCELLENT. Thank you for sharing it!

- Siobhan

This piece hit me in the guts. I feel like both the writer & the subject. Your deft manipulation of words is beautiful to behold. Thank you.

A poem inspired by a line from a poem in the Book of Mercy. I am grateful in advance for any constructive criticism you may have to offer. Thank you. Let me not pretend you stand beside me. You are a field of wildflowers lending your fragrance to the passing wind. You can never walk beside me, but I...

Lightedpalace....be careful. This is militia territory and not everyone has forgotten that you used the word: "shards" in your latest poem. 8) *laughs* ohhhhyeah. i'm really asking for trouble with that sort of thing. :P perhaps now's the time to invest in that crash helmet i've always wa...

it appears there's some kind of war being waged here in Poetry Land... i'm thinking some of the The Man's immortal words may be of use in this situation:

"Love's the only engine of survival."

*cackles maniacally and weaves a basket*

I'm not sure if it belongs either - maybe it's two poems. I'm interested to hear what other people might think. yeah, i was thinking that the first stanza might be the beginning (or middle, or end; who knows?) of a different poem all together. the second two stanzas seem fairly complete unto themse...

...she waits for wings. i'm not sure the first stanza belongs here, or if it should be set aside. let me know what you think. all feedback is appreciated. toxins create a membrane, cloistering my awareness. clausterphobia. clusterfucks. closet-cases. clash. waiting for lightning i am looking forward...

your daughter's on the ball.

and it was flies all a long.
never lies. that'd be wrong.

oh boy.
good night.