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My D I V O R C E Become Final Today

Chalk dust memories are running down the creek, washing away any love words I ever dared to speak
Cherry

Roxie Does the Internet

She had visited every internet site she found interesting at least a dozen times, received a plethora of email from people unknown, peddling everything from paintings to painkillers, and she dabbled on the poetry boards.

Roxie Has Harlan Ellison Dreams

At first she blamed the new strange wine that had grown increasingly popular with people like her, those lost somewhere in the land of the pale horse.

After Two Years of Marital Bliss

She no longer called him honey, she called him snake. He in turn called her mongoose
Cherry

The Manly Gamblers

His sire liked poker and other games of chance. Liked real playing--for dough. The lad tagged along though hours would pass before the return trip home. The manly gamblers played, joked, wisecracked, drank,

THE ICING ON THE CAKE

It's a poem and it's a trifle silly.

Sex In The Afternoon

No one needs to hear about sex in the afternoon. Most of them know all there is to know about it. The sparkling come, the sun warming a ripe tit. The fact that it's no one else's business but your own.

JUGGLE WITH PROVERBS

A bit of light-heartedness.

Debbie

Debbie has just turned eighteen. She is a very sweet girl. She is completely innocent and rather naïve. She attends a girl's college and before this she went to an exclusive girls' school. She always had few friends. They did discuss things other than academics once in a while. Say, skin-care and make-up and the weather. But they never spoke of anything else. All these years Debbie was not allowed to read books outside her syllabus. The teachers at the school were very serious about this. Of course there were no glossy magazines within reach. Most of all Debbie and her friends were not allowed to see any films. The girls are enjoying their summer vacation now. Debbie saw her first film two days back. It was called 'Gone With The Wind'. The leading man whom everyone called Clark Gable was really handsome, Debbie thought. But there were so many things that Debbie did not understand. Why did the hero and heroine behave as if they could not do without each other. There was no man in Debbie's life. And she was doing absolutely fine, thank you. All the other girls watched the film many more times. But Debbie found the film boring. Instead, she decided to raid her elder sister's room and read her magazines. This sister is happily married and the magazines are quite old. Debbie was shocked to find that the magazines contained nothing but photographs of couples hugging and sometimes even kissing. What has the world come to, Debbie thought, men and women kissing for the camera.
Cherry

Recollections Of My Short Career In Pornography

I enjoyed especially the way the actresses smoked between takes...

dungbeetle

winter winds blowing (haiku)

locusts

locusts hide the sun (haiku)

lotus pool

rain on lotus pool (haiku)
Cherry

fishpond

rain falls on fishpond (senryu)

man kind

sun shines on mankind (senryu)

acid rain

drops of acid rain (senryu)
Cherry

Rocco Siffredi? ¦who?

Italian stallion or Shetland pony

The Debt

The garage lockup was in a quiet deserted back street far out of the way; no one did, or would want to bother Ames or any of his crew anyway. No one in his or her right mind anyway. Five men were in the workshop, yet only four were part of a seemingly close-knit group; these four were positioned leaning or standing, all with deadpan dangerous expressions.
Cherry

Somersaults

Soon he will be catching fish in his mouth
Cherry

Mind Damaged: Opening chapter

It's not that I'm a serial killer. I'm told that to be a serial killer you need to make a habit of ending people's lives and that's just not something I go in for, not physically anyway... But there is something. Something that makes people look at me with a look of bewilderment, blankness, or occasionally with disgust (the disgust looks are always my favourite).... If you want to entertain any hope of understanding me- any whatsoever, you must, where at all possible, try to avoid understanding me. For understanding, as they often don't say, is the breeding ground of all reconciliation and thereby of all conflict. View the first chapter of the experimental and rather odd novel-in-progress Mind Damaged. Please offer your most honest suggestions and comments!

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