Erotic daydream about talking ‘dirty’ and feeling attractive on the inside and outside (erotic; rough draft)

“You’re so fucking hot, and I fucking want you so bad!” Enya Saari said. “Lately I’ve been reading your poetry a lot, and it makes me so fucking wet! I even get myself off reading it sometimes. I want to see what you look and sound like when you cum. I want you to cum […]

Why I changed my domain name again (from to and back to (fear,….–updated 11/17/20)

I change my mind so much when it comes to aesthetics that I am something between pedantic and suffering from a yet to be named psychological disorder (or so I sometimes fear!) mainly because I am always trying to reconcile a great paradox, which is settling on a vision such that one can commit to […]

Physics (Saturday, September 12th, 2020)

“Physics” About bloody fucking time,he thought,that his brilliantinvestment—his entirelife’s savings!—yielded anyprofit but… as Bob Dylan sings in his song “Idiot Wind,” “I can’t help itif I’m lucky,”& so… neither could he “help it…”……neither when his “blood, sweat, & tears”free-fell meanly (so it seemed) in vainnor when hefinallyreached the “critical mass,” “tipping point,” & “struck gold”& […]

” ‘Dreaming On’ (One ‘Starry Night,’ Waiting For That ‘New York Minute’ When ‘Everything Can Change”– a flash fiction)(Friday, September 4th, 2020)

*This piece is dedicated to that most poetic community of artists & artists in spirit who currently or who have ever wished, hoped, & prayed to make a comfortable living exclusively on the profits of her or his art, same as a business person does from what her or his business earns, same as the […]

sketch of discourses on polyamory & monogamy from “Erotophilia”

A Deeper Look Into the Psychology of Contemplating a Theory “What did he look for in them? What attracted him to them? Isn’t making love merely an eternal repetition of the same? Not at all. There is always the small part that is unimaginable. When he saw a woman in her clothes, he could naturally […]

The Astronomer and the Art Critic Look Through Telescopes on a Cold Winter Night

“And it doesn’t matter if it’s all a figment of my imagination, your imagination, the Jungian collective unconscious imagination, a Matrix- like illusion. We still have the sense that we’re here! And… nothing about it  makes sense to me until I appreciate how it has a beautiful metaphorical or figurative aspect to it… a sense […]