1 “I’m not hard-boiled, I’m just hard,” I said, adjusting my trousers. It was another one of those days in the naked city. “A hard man is good to find,” Carlotta said, adjusting her cleavage. In her case dĂ©colletĂ© was a misnomer. Disrobed was more appropriate. “And I suspect that only a hard man can…
Maxwell Anderson Jr., or Max to most of his friends, had waited years to be allowed to attend his parent’s annual Mardi Gras party. It was considered by many in their social circles to be the grandest party of the season. Max’s mother, Edwina Anderson, was born and raised in New Orleans and left when she…
At last methought that I had wander’d farIn an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew,The maiden splendours of the morning starShook in the steadfast blue. – Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous…
I hear a car approach, stopping right in front of my apartment. Oh. It is him. It has to be. I hope it is. What would someone think if they saw me like this? I have to giggle a bit at the thought. “Is something funny?” A male voice, one that doesn’t ring any bells…
Getting into work, I notice an envelopesitting on top of my pile of work. I set it to the side and sort out the pile of paperwork cluttering my desk. I figure it is just another ‘get together’ the girls from the office do once in a while. My job is filing paperwork and mostly…
My wacky Thisbe’s built a wallto shield her fragile heartlaid up dreamy purple stonesand murky chunks of amberfrom the shores of her past she never looks when we make loveI know in the pale glow from the hall I watch her eyes the soft grey irises fade inward becoming blank moons to ponderwhat phantom lover moves in the secret space…
“DJ Stephanie…is DJ Stephanie doing a set here tonight?” “Ah Stephanie, no, no. Tomorrow, nine o’clock. You come back then.” Mick smiled and blinked hard as he looked at the man’s glistening, dark brown eyes. Eyes set into a hairy, brown Aegean face that was framed by the dazzlingly white wall beyond. The man had…
It was my first time visiting London and I wasn’t sure what to expect but luckily I had a couple of female friends who had been there before and said they would love to go again. We had only been there two days and of course the girls had begun planning all the things we…
 What art thou… that fearest not the sea? – Moschus of Syracuse, Europa.  The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names; in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler, in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the…
 Being greatly stirred,I turn to where I heardThat whisper in the night;And there a breath of lightShines like a silver star. – Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD  Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided…
 Hast thou heard the butterfliesWhat they say betwixt their wings?Or in stillest eveningsWith what voice the violet woosTo his heart the silver dews? – Tennyson, Adeline.  Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a…
Day dispossesses day;Moons hurry to be bornAnd race to their decay. – Horace, Odes.  L’Accademia di Santa Cecilia di Agrigento… 11am. “Ah yes, here it is.” Claudia smiled as she read the polished brass plaque to the right of the heavy iron door. The door was nestled in an old arched stone doorway in…
Robert was a modern bachelor in every sense. He had recently experienced the break up of a long term relationship and now spent most of his nights hopping from bars in LA, drinking bourbon and trying to find girls he could bring home, in hopes of some no-strings-attached sex. Behind his seemingly careless exterior, however,…
Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. – The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of…
The night was a stormy one, as dark as the bottom of a deep well. The only break in the black sky outside my window was the flashes of lightning that lit up the entire area. The wind was a steady drone and the crash of the thunder sounds like explosions just outside……“Damn, that really…