“Our Secret Sunday”

Her fingers brushed against my crotch. I then told her I wanted her to press her shoe, her black stilettos, against my cock. She placed her foot on my lap. I took her high heel in my hand...

Adventure, Sex, Guest PostBJune 20, 2019guest post, masturbation, sex, hotels, stiletto, shoes, poetry, edna st. vincent millay Comment

My Enemy the Sun, Part II

The birds are starting to chirp outside my window. I've only just lay down to sleep. I roll over in disgust, turning my back on the dawn attempting to break through the space between my heavy curtains…

Insomnia, Poetry, Change, FearBrianne McGuireJuly 25, 2018insomnia, night, insecurity, depression, confusion, poetry, fearComment

Poems By Jeff Stephen Schectman Blake

My Lai (1968), Heavy Broom (2004), Bird (2007), Blush (2007)

PoetryBrianne McGuireJune 25, 2018poems, poetry, jeff, mylai, blush, heavy broom, bird, jeff ssb, jeff stephen schectman blakeComment

Jeff, Who Writes Poetry

The first time I spoke to Jeff he was sitting alone in silence. He was fidgety, rearranging himself on a small cushion, presumably to ease the burden of sitting in a hard chair. He looked up at me and said hello; I sat down next to him…