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 "simple sample" there was a timewhen thoughtswere pencilled inby flashlight or nightlightwell after the househad shut down for... [read more] |
 Toyo learned early that male to male Love beneath stars over Nippon discarded such distinctions as age difference and rank. [read more] |
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Toyo's young buttocks' slight curve (newly-formed peaches) invite you, Basho, to bring your sweetseed to the tender crevice between them. [read more] |
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"poetry's reply" I hear your ants — their soft feet tapping the inside of my skull, counting the cracks. Truth is only... [read more] |
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Parade of the Singulars Plato sold tickets to the cave,while Elvis tuned his sequins to beat-off shadows. Helen waved... [read more] |
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On that small, rural campus, far from our homes, we thought we could get naked together, when we liked (he whom I loved happily, and me); bu... [read more] |
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Stockings of flawless, sheer Koan silk you wear (otherwise naked) for Celadus. Then you draw his nearly waist-length dreads away from... [read more] |
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Celadus' much younger boyfriend, Lexi---clad in sheer stockings that Celadus ordered for him from Kos; and, otherwise naked---comes mor... [read more] |
 This morning I received a call A man inquired of me Could I inform him if I have Medicare Part A & B? Told him I have Medic... [read more] |
 He was very talented and he has died at the age of 87. After living for many years, he died and went to Heaven. His best performance was tha... [read more] |
 With my flesh, I wrestle. For it is most hostile to mine spiritual growth. My desires, I loathe! Yet, in weak moments, I so easily gi... [read more] |
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I am grateful today… for how often I have smiled that, even at my age, I’ve retained the eyes I had as a child. How wherever I... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand… how raising a child is like planting a tree… We nurture them with love, food and water and su... [read more] |
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With her youngest child now in college…beginning her own life quest… Ali, our daughter…(as Deborah and I and so many parents before)... [read more] |
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"beneath my palm" Morning lake pale light slides along the water, loons calling from the reed‑shadows. Bare feet in the... [read more] |