David Himmel 4/27/24 David Himmel 4/27/24

[Reminder] My Ascent to Greatness Will Not Be Compromised by the Likes of You

When I was twenty, I went to work for a captain of industry. A titan really.

Elizabeth Harper 4/25/24 Elizabeth Harper 4/25/24

[Archived] Highlights from My Love Life

My first high school steady
was a computer geek.
I read sci-fi novels
and corrected his college essay.
We tried bondage and anal.
I'm lucky his interest in me
wasn't confined to the cranial.

Don Hall 3/19/24 Don Hall 3/19/24

TRANSPLANTS

They say…

Elizabeth Harper 10/31/23 Elizabeth Harper 10/31/23

Uncertainty

Nothing will make her lie down. Nothing will make her leave this old house.

David Himmel 10/4/23 David Himmel 10/4/23

Sad Good Guys Wear Black

Black on black on black with a touch of gray
To communicate you’re just not in the goddamn mood today.
To announce a state of mourning.
To send a silent warning.

David Himmel 9/8/23 David Himmel 9/8/23

Cicada’s Swan Song

It’s a deafening sound.
The screams of passion belted out
from the bugs with the giant eyes
and wingspan of a Prius.

Elizabeth Harper 4/9/23 Elizabeth Harper 4/9/23

An Unrelentingly Depressing Poem

Her home became a grave
she shared with her memories and regrets.

Elizabeth Harper 11/27/22 Elizabeth Harper 11/27/22

If I Had a Rich Husband

You shouldn’t have to prostitute yourself and pretend to be straight/monogamous to change the world. Really, some could question the efficacy of charity for solving all the world’s problems, since it doesn’t really address the systemic issues and structural violence, etc.

Contributing Writer 11/2/22 Contributing Writer 11/2/22

[ARCHIVED] I Was a Teenage Space Billionaire

I built a city in the desert.
Lithium and plastic and dry cellulose.
Autonomous flying cars.
Drone-delivered impossible everything,
Nourishing our body-positive bodies.
Streaming, bingeable Obama-produced documentaries
In every remote classroom.

There was even a monorail.

Elizabeth Harper 9/1/22 Elizabeth Harper 9/1/22

Dog Walker Barbie

Elizabeth Harper 7/31/22 Elizabeth Harper 7/31/22

Think About Flowers

THE WORLD IS AWFUL DON’T LOOK AT THE NEWS DON’T LOOK AT THE NEWS THINK ABOUT FLOWERS

Elizabeth Harper 6/28/22 Elizabeth Harper 6/28/22

It's My Baby (to the tune of "It's My Party")

It's my baby, and I'll kill it if I want to
Kill it if I want to, kill it if I want to
You would kill it too
if pregnancy was forced on you

Contributing Writer 6/10/22 Contributing Writer 6/10/22

The North Star

Guest User 2/17/22 Guest User 2/17/22

Fin-Domme Diary - A Poem

If some clean-room elevator connected floors are

Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,

Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether

Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?

David Himmel 1/26/22 David Himmel 1/26/22

Holding My Son as We’re Violently Burned to Death [REPOST]

But, son, I was not lying when I said I’d do anything to protect you.
Anything to keep you safe.
Sometimes that meant watching you put yourself in harm’s way.
Life is pointless without risk.
Sometimes it meant watching you get your heart broken
or hearing your bones break from the bleacher seats on the sidelines.
Harm and hurt, you see, are unfortunately, required of us.
The Universe demands it.
They are two of the many ways we learn and become stronger, better people.
Or so I always tried to be better
and I hope that I instilled that desire in you.

MT Cozzola 1/6/22 MT Cozzola 1/6/22

Our year

There were splinters in our hearts the size of floorboards.

We waited, shivering.

Elizabeth Harper 12/21/21 Elizabeth Harper 12/21/21

S&M Santa Claus (Repost from 2019)

Guest User 11/18/21 Guest User 11/18/21

The Destroyed Object Is Resurrected - A Prosepoem

I feel better at home, though when I go into the kitchen the staff have turned into simian creatures. Not quite human, not quite monkey. Something gleefully in between, well-dressed as ever.

Contributing Writer 11/2/21 Contributing Writer 11/2/21

Las Vegas Tour Company

on the corner
of Casino Center and Colorado with the studded thongs and the leashes around their slim necks and those high- waisted hot-pants hiked up to that sinched waist terrified by the possibility of beauty, while forgetting what
it might
be
...slowly
losing
life

Contributing Writer 10/21/21 Contributing Writer 10/21/21

I Was a Teenage Space Billionaire

I built a city in the desert.
Lithium and plastic and dry cellulose.
Autonomous flying cars.
Drone-delivered impossible everything,
Nourishing our body-positive bodies.
Streaming, bingeable Obama-produced documentaries
In every remote classroom.

There was even a monorail.