Thanks to you all for your kind words, but especially to my friends in: Anonymous, Arizona, Galway, Glasgow, the Hebrides, and Ontario. In strict alphabetical order. For new readers, you might find it would help if you read Chapter 1 first. All comments, public or private, most welcome. I've a thick enough skin to take criticism. * She didn't call that af...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter One: The Theatre Company Manager 'Shit!' Emma swore out loud to herself. She had left the n...
Chapter 05: From a Window *** Late yesterday night, I saw a light shine from a window, And as I looked again, Your face came into sight. *** I first met Allie in a sandwich shop down the street from where I work. It was crowded as usual, but I ordered my usual pastrami on rye with spicy mustard and a black cherry soda then looked around for a place t...
This story might have been true; it might have been imagined. I can't remember any more. I needed to write it, and there may yet be more to come. "But to truly surrender, unconditionally and totally, to the desires of another? How could you do that? What about the trust...' Her voice trailed off into a murmur, her eyes lifted to her friend sitting opposite...
Originally written in the 1990s and recently rediscovered. *** Ben looked around the room, a full house tonight. He enjoyed this weekly evening class, or should that he appreciated? Verbs, verbs, everywhere but never the right one. OK, 'Contemporary Literature and Society' was a pretentious title but the tutor, a 'serious' novelist, had a light touch and a...
Tottie grinned, plainly delighted. "Oh yes, please master. I can wag my tail like anything when I am pleased." She took it as permission to stay, and I couldn't bear to say otherwise... Slaveholder. Part two, Slaveowner. Jim McMurty: As I was going to learn. It is one thing to be a slaveholder, and another to be a slaveowner. During the evening I dresse...
Eion I took a day off for my usual visit to one of the museum and I am glad I picked Kilmainham. The building has its own beauty, dark and oppressive opening of the jail, the Victorian wing. Today wasn't the day I wanted to go home with anyone. I was there for peace of my mind. That's when she disrupted it. Beige heels clicking on the wooden floor of the Ca...
After several decades of the dominance of unrhymed, free forms in modern poetry, there has been a renaissance of sorts as form poetry is appearing more and more in modern publications like Poetry, Ploughshares, The Missouri Review and many other print magazines, as well as in numerous online journals. Of the many different forms that are appearing lately, t...
Dear Elizabeth, I hope this letter finds you well. I know that we have a great deal of preparation to do for the Venus expedition, but I wanted to write to you with a personal request. It has been a singular pleasure to write to you over the past months. I have appreciated your scientific insight and determination, but I have come to admire your patience,...
It was April 25th, 1929. Robert Miller regards himself in the body length mirror, one of many that decorate the walls of the ballroom that he is in. He is handsome and dashing, strong and graceful in his appearance. His gorgeous shoulder length brown hair, tied back with black lace. Robert’s bright icy blue eyes tell the story of a man who is passionately in...