Man of Glass

August 30, 2015

manofglass

I am the man of glass, a living optic,
my eyes are marbles, reflective skin
contains droplets, like a dump-weight
imprisoning a waterfall.

I am the man of glass, though you deny me,
should my wife place hands on my shoulders
they’ll shatter, widowing her:
light streams through spleen and kidneys.

Man of glass, daughter clapping
as his mouth’s prism
throws rainbows.

Of glass friends refuse to speak
shunning shards that chip, daily
preparing skimming stones, slingshots,
and catapults for my own good.

Glass makes crowds gasp,
see through stomach to the chair-back
at my back. I fill with water.
They come to shatter me.

Deborah Tyler-Bennett

Deborah Tyler-Bennett is a poet and prolific writer of fiction. Deborah’s collections include Clark Gable in Mansfield from King’s England Press (2003), Pavilion from Smokestack (2010), Revudeville from King’s England press (2011), Kinda Keats from Shoestring Press (2013), and Anglo-Punk: Sonnets on the Life of Beau Brummell from Salmon Press (2014)

Just LOVE wash days…

August 30, 2015

washingmachine

The vagina…

August 30, 2015

trainhimtoeatcake

“The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change its shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remember.”

Eve Ensler
The Vagina Monologues

sundaYMORNINGSPECIAL

Normal size…

August 30, 2015

penis

“At least you are back to being normal size.” She gave a strangled laugh. “If the size of a cucumber on steroids is normal that is.”

Charlene Hartnady
His First

So true…

August 30, 2015

onface

Quick read…

August 30, 2015

captivewomenseries

blackunderwear

And though nobody has been dumb enough to say anything close to “You need to get laid” to my face, I resent the idea that anyone might think, if they knew my history, that I’d be slightly different by virtue of having a penis-however briefly-inside me. That is some phallocentric bullshit if I ever heard any. Hypothetical penises don’t make the rules. I make the rules. I love the rules.

Katie Heaney
Never Have I Ever: my life (so far) without a date

The Beautiful Poem

August 30, 2015

back3

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.

Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.

Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.”

Richard Brautigan
The Pill vs. the Springhill Mine Disaster

They bite…

August 30, 2015

bloodymouth

“Stare at him,” said Ghost. “They won’t bite you if you keep staring at them.”

Steve backed away. “They bite?”

Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you happen to be standing on the edge of a cliff. I heard about a guy that almost got killed that way.”

By geese?”

Yeah, there was a whole flock of them coming after him. All hissing and cackling and stabbing at his ankles with their big ol’ beaks. He didn’t know you had to stare them right in the eye, and he panicked. They backed him right over a fifty-foot cliff.”

So how come he didn’t die?”

This guy had wings,” said Ghost. “He flew away.”

Poppy Z. Brite (Billy Martin)
Lost Souls