Author Archives: Martin
it is pushing midnight, and I am sitting at the picnic table in the yard behind our home wisps of white cloud scud above. the moon higher now – earlier it hovered over the delta, light rippling from it: a … Continue reading
there’s this moment when things just come forward, like stalkers emerging from the fog and you don’t really want to see them but they are ineffable it is all in the moment It is You in the moment and your … Continue reading
Across the way, thickening winter fog obscures the moored craft in the harbor, muting this watery, drifting place. Skeletal trees stand clustered on boulders along the shore – thrown up by some past trauma or another. A lazy ribbon of … Continue reading
This kiss, that story whispered to David, under the hanging gardens – the promise Heloise made to Abelard, the crowning of Ines as Peter wept. Life lost willingly, always a fleeting thing. Time’s lash, barbed fingers drawing blood, the groaning … Continue reading
the map of the geography of desire, revealing a hidden world. traces the geographic coordinates of love|lust – their intersections. the meridians pulse with energy, sweeping across equators, where careful choreography becomes necessity, the tracing of a finger along a … Continue reading
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This shared kiss, one body, one mouth, exclamations and proclamations, this tumbling tumult. This shared kiss, these shared lips. This shared breath. Sinking into verdant land, into this Garden. This shaking Earth. Writhing groaning gasping life. Frenzied motion and this … Continue reading