• Love Beneath A Streetlamp

    we stood together in the cold,
    holding one another beneath a streetlamp,
    the lamp's dim light covering us
    as I pressed my lips to her neck.... more »

  • Midnight Defecation

    the anus, tight and chapped by cold,
    clutches the turd determinedly,
    resisting the attempts of the rectum,
    the contraction of the anal canal.... more »