Griffin and Jess
Even though I have the story spoken of down below- even though I actually have it mapped out- what am I writing? I’m writing a second encounter between Jessamine and Griffin. It finally occurred to me, that poor Griff never got her rocks off that night. And Jess’s daddy Gloria is a poking, prodding, prying [...]
Drabble for lit-gal
You can have your bunny back, kthnxs. Fandom; lit-gal BTVS AU titled “Kin Of The Heart.” pairing; Spike/Angel/Xander warnings– oh come on, I wrote it after all! No ropes or whips; a soupçon of shmoop perhaps. 100 words of Kin– times six… Xander; Whatever Xander was expecting, it probably wasn’t this; Not seeing Spike, whimpering [...]
“Drink Me”
You pay more attention to the glass in your hand than you do to me. Running your finger round the edge ever pouring the vintage red into its complaisant mouth and then- what a melting of tongue, And teeth meeting the rim! Yes, I’d rather be your wineglass than your lover.
The Ultimate self-insertion!
On my “home forum” at literotica.com, there is a Time Travel Challenge going on. Most people are inserting themselves into their stories– 500 words or so– but I simply cannot write a flashfic for it, it seems. I have an idea that will be maybe 6-8K words. And the anti-hero protagonist is myself writ large. [...]
gakked from
If you’re on my friends list, I want to know 28 things about you. I don’t care if we’ve never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don’t. You are obviously on my flist, so indulge my inquisitiveness! 1. Your Middle Name:, 2. Age: 3. Single [...]
One more poem and I swear I’ll stop after this
Earlier this month I posted Auden’s sonnet for Edward Lear. Many people called Lear the master of limericks, but I don’t agree with that; He was prolific sure, but not original nor unusually witty. He wrote a few longer poems- ballads, you might say. Those are superb; “The Owl and The Pussycat”, “The Pobble Who [...]
‘Nother Poem
Like e.e. cummings, Don Marquise wrote without punctuation. He did it in the voice af a large cockroach named archy- who typed out his missives by jumping head-first onto the typewriter keys, in the middle of the night, after the newspaper office was closed. Marquise aimed to lampoon verse libre. But, in fact, he was [...]
One more poem for the month of April
This is something that I memorised for the open mike over at Smokedaddy’s one evening. I barely got through it, it nearly made me weep. I’ve never tried to speak it aloud since. Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950). Spoon River Anthology. 1916. Fiddler Jones
todays poem is crude and lower case
and has no punctuation and is written by e. e. cummings this is not the poem i memorised and recited for my passing grade in 11 grade lit class
Poetry Spam for Friday The Thirteenth;
A little dose of the horrors, anyone? May I present “To The End Of The World” by Archibald Macleish (1892-1982);
