Archive for January, 2015

This Dance

This Dance • he feels the weight of her thigh pressing against his the flesh of her hip urgent against his groin the warmth as he responds involuntarily a heat spreads through him a quickening of pulse he swells and swoons growing rigid and eager a deep need overtakes him he reaches ’round her firmly […]


Schucked • here hang the soiled and tattered husks poorly washed of those who would be real persons save their abandonment in this place and time out of sync of awkward fit paralyzing naïveté bad teeth and hard truths • • • rob kistner © 1/10/15 • this poem loosely inspired by this visual prompt […]