Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords Of supple grace Her body sings; Each exchange A symphony Of fleshy notes And desires Naturally divine. My eyes explore The white shores Of her supple lips; As my hands beg To discover Each tiny freckle Each tiny moon Gracing his Hungry universe. He tastes of her; Embracing her…
So today is one of my FAVORITE bloggers birthdays. He ALWAYS seems to know when I need to talk, even when I don’t want to, he lets me know I am not alone. In my opinion, that is what a friend does. They don’t sweep in thinking they can fix you but they swoop in…
Epic Poem Traditionally, an epic poem is a long, serious, poetic narrative about a significant event, often featuring a hero. Before the development of writing, epic poems were memorized and played an important part in maintaining a record of the great deeds and history of a culture. Later, they were written down and the tradition…
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I remember writing this the night my husband returned home from Iraq, it was his third and last homecoming from that faraway place . . . He’s since retired, the sight if those boots laying there was one of the most beautiful things I can remember seeing. Dust from…
I wrote this post originally in May of 2012. The memories I had trouble classifying when I wrote this post somehow ended up where they needed to be over time. I believe emotional wounds are like physical wounds. If we keep dwelling and fueling our heartache by listening to certain music, looking at certain pictures,…
If you recall a few weeks back I wrote a Because Girls Are Cool post about Helena Hann-Basquiat. I have been reading a story she wrote about violent abuse against women and I would like to encourage you to check it out because, despite the content, it is a great read and I…
I am sleeping with a comfortable stranger, recognizable features, soothing snore; but you’re not same man I met over two decades ago. Like two ghosts sharing the same spaces, we rarely collide anymore; we just gave up trying and ended up simply co-existing. I long to lie in your arms once more, feeling your…
A SONG THAT YOU HAVE DANCED TO WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND A few years ago I was in Tulsa, OK for a concert. “It’s Keisha, Hasty, not Quiche- Ah” R corrected me. I never could remember how to pronounce her name. We actually found ourselves standing in line for this concert twice because the first…
Jonathan Ojanpera is a freelance journalist, blogger, poet, musician, and photographer. Besides contributing to several non-mainstream news sites he has just published his first book titled, “The Watch”. I have had the privilege of collaborating on a few duets and as evidenced by his blog he has a talent for writing poetry. Jonathon’s book shows…
I have been swamped inside of world where work and family life have kept me from some of my favorite people. I love Shruti and she always lends some of her love no matter what she is going through. She is a beautifully cool girl! Help me show her some love…
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