Having never heard of the Gigan form of poetry,                              Naturally I had to contact old     Professor Google                        …

Jack Rabbit swept up in my snare! Who knew they spoke and reasoned with such flair? In ancient British words he said “Dear lady, can we not be friends? We eat only a bit of the cabbage head.” “Oh, my gosh! I hear you speak!”…

Hour Fifteen – Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for.   The Beauty of the Feast   In the wee small hours, past midnight Here in the north where dark meets light I wander into a room by chance Where letters…

What do I see in these ghostly leave Portents of the future? Or perhaps the echoes of the past Or a mysterious allure. I see their structure clear as day See the way they work Their delicate lace pattern Revealing nature’s secrets And how it’s…

Notice the way he walks and watch how he does not divert neither to the right hand or to the left See the rigidity in how he stays on this path for this is what he was told was wise Yet he has not considered…

I LUST FOR EMOTIONAL FREEDOM AND PLEASURE WITHOUT SHAME I LUST FOR BELONGING I LUST FOR SIMPLE JOYS I LUST FOR SINCERITY WITHOUT FEAR AND LOTS OF FUCKIN!! I WANT TO BOTH GIVE AND TAKE NO LONGER ONE TO THE EXCLUSION OF THE OTHER  …

…beltingly bleed you spilling out for Me burning that soft flesh near your wanting to please Me over your quivering let it go give it to Me offer it up from your fours wet shower floors fours ins and outs for only Me to watch…

We were on the way to Osteroderm, a new amusement park in the town of Swamp. I wore a green dress, to feel like a forest princess. When we reached the location, I see nothing but a huge alligator nation. Definitely it was “amusing”, moreover…

There was once this little a lady from the Park. She knew all that lived in the area. She lived in Toronto. Everybody knew her by name, Pecha. Now, Pecha is in her nineties. Still keeping busy and writing her books for the school children….