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What the world does

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
Ernest Hemingway A Farewell To Arms

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Come see

We all look
A hunger
That builds
Behind the eyes
An ache that
Taunts me

Each unguarded
Begging for
An action
But I seize the

And then
You turn
And I see the
Same ache
Looking back
A moment’s

Precaution but
You push
Like your

Eased down
Over your
Because we
Are only afraid
Of the moments
We are seen

Fuck me
I see you
I see you
I see you
Come closer
Before this
Ache brings me to

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Thunderstorms with the door closed

Even with the brutish
Way that my fingers
Sink into your hips
I fuck you with
A sense of awe

The tender curves
Bear a sweetness
That makes me
Want to crush you
Like hot heavy fruit
I want to smell
You on my skin

For hours after
Cupping my fingers to
My nose and mouth
So you’re
All I breathe
I want to be matted
With you

I know you
And as you try to
Break yourself
Against me
Your eyes shining
And a hidden smile
Feeds the fire

I hold you firm
Because I know
That you’ve held
In this storm
And I am raising
My face as you
Soak me

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Nothing keeps me anywhere 25/04/2015

It hummed along well today.  I’m not sure that these pages are simply distractions before I get the big scene underway.  But if I write them then I have more raw materials for the next draft.

There’s been an idea that has been screaming at me and I’ve been toying with it in idle moments.  Again it’s different from the last but still running the same race as earlier work. 

There’s a difference between an idea and a plot and I have had ideas that didn’t sustain although I was excited about them at the time.

This stage also involves a bit of research.  I’m trying to pack a suitcase for the journey so there’s less to do in the actual writing of it. There’s disparate elements and subjects where I can feel the connections between them and yet I’m resisting it until I put pen to paper. 

With the current book, I’m starting to feel the end of it and it’s a good feeling although I’m battling the urge to finish unless it’s an ending I can justify to myself.

So its done for today and I feel good. Hope you are all having a good day.

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All The Growth

All the growth




The warm sap

Trickling down

Gleaming against

Scarred barkskin


As I lift the hem

Of your dress

The heavy, slick fruit

Juices flowing

With my kisses there

How you taste

In the sunlight

Grateful for both

My gentle kindness

And the kind of


Where I can fuck you

And it