i smell the hot shadows they linger like sticky sweet liquid and sunshine dark musky pieces that come alive to be collected in a perfect picture eaten later washing me with river fire perfume melting and spawning whispering on knifes edge weaving sharply softly through my senses figures who live in me who stretch and twineContinue reading “sex”


hunter with your gleaming liquid heat you fire blazing slinger slicing through leather i want to know your bloody knife let me have it I want to crack this oyster open i feel it heavy hunter boots standing on your stepping over my slatted wooden floor i sink like sand I am or winter chillContinue reading “oyster”

Let Sun Dust Your Chest

      Chest frosted over claiming winter stories . Unfolding flakes of pretty ice clutch fragile hands . a formidable posing but seasons shift . Spring penetrates, proposing adventure . Stirring pots of colour array with toffee possibilities . Let sun dust your chest, sweeping ancient glaciers to slide a river of clean delight.

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...