He dances more than he used to

Walks with a purpose

Lean and sharp

A look,

And sometimes he imagines it

A video game

And he’s levelled up

But he still says hello

In his own way

Even after the silence has faded

Remember there is always


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of Flaming


At rest

Beneath my clothes

As I receive another visitor

I only talk about the enlightenment

I offer with beautiful women

And the memories of wine

On my lips

Arranged just so

Bringing visions with each

Supine thrust

Fingers drawing out

Prayers to the divine

Rising in the air

Like temple incense

I offer the wisdom

Open your thighs

I would be a God

Between them

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I asked Tara, who regularly comments here about what she liked about my work, as I don’t get a lot of feedback. What she said was lovely, and in the spirit of sheer ego, and also to encourage more of you said the following:

I like both your poetry and short stories. For your stories, I love how you always have twists in there and you think about things in such a different way. It’s always mind-blowing (literally). I loved Wild Man and like all your flash fictions. I have thoroughly enjoyed your short stories.
Your poetry. My favorites are the sensual ones as they are uummm my “type” of male figure so it’s very yummy to read. But more than that, you write emotion in between the words to where I can feel the sweat or heat or cold or fire or passion or WHATEVER it is, and it is layered. Sometimes I read sadness beneath strength or anger beneath desire etc. That is incredible how you do that. It is feeling mixed with rawness and passion and desire. I like that. It’s well done and every word is meaningful. No extra words. And that goes for your stories as well. I love that I never know quite what to expect, but I know it will be very good.
I hope more of you will leave feedback. It helps me figure out whether what I’m doing works or not.
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Bibliographic satori

Among the cases
Equal parts silencd
And discourse

Bubbling like simmering water

If you’ve eyes to see it

there is grief and pain

Amidst the warm beauty

In my heart

Still in love with the world

And my fellow travellers

Even the rawest blues is a communication


Finding small measures 

Of joy and sadness

But apart from them,

Detached to better understand

Bear the burdens of being a man

With grace and determination

Break down but get up

Realise how much I

Have done

To do

Hoping someone else thinks me a good man

But still warned by who

Trust to an intrinsic sense of value

Check out my books

Elevated by a single moment

I will drift downstairs

Outside and back to adventure time

Wild animal monarch


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Walk Home

Awake but tired

Inured to rejection

Resigned to a tempo

Of life which doesn’t seem to slow down

But dancing anyway

Well, stood there and sweating,

Because I’m a man goddamnit

And if I dance at all

It is the restrained shuffle

Where my inhibitions

Have fled to finish their drinks

And left me boyish and playful

Otherwise I have

Stripped away

The thin layer of bullshit

And feel the truth on my skin

A king again

And the crown is heavy

The throne makes my ass numb

If sat too long

But look outside

Should you miss me

Tell the sunlight to send word

And I will send patronage

In as few words as possible

Mostly how fine you are

And then mock you a bit

With love,


We are all just

Walking one another home






Even if we have to make

The return in the dark


I saw you safe

And I always have

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There are those

Who you no longer see

But feel

Not ghosts nor enemies


Unresolved questions

Made into a smile

A light which is with me


And those who wish

Malign influence

Are denied it

For I have been walking


To witness only

My own events and learn

As much as celebrate

I feel the well wishes

The disdain

But bear them lightly

As their wisdom left marks

As guides to better states

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Home is a person

I won’t miss the quiet


But my friends are with me

Discarded the things

Which didn’t give me joy

Always travelled light

But it is a great leap forward

But I’m not so much landing

As ascending

She makes me want to be better

In a way that

Resists the weak parts

And I’ve grown stronger

If a bit slower

But look

I’m heading up

Somewhere else

But still


Is a person

After all