CALIFORNIA

November 24, 2019

for Adrienne Rich

To come again into the place of revolutionary
thought after years in the wilderness
of complacency and hard-eyed greed
and brutality
is extraordinary. A’s kitchen
in Santa Cruz
isn’t greatly different from her kitchen in
West Barnet in the old days,
small interesting ornaments here and there,
many good things to eat —
and how ideas flew from stove to table,
from corner to corner. In Santa Cruz
after twenty-odd years it was the same. Tolstoi said
the purpose of poetry is to provoke
feeling in the reader, to “infect” the reader,
he said, — and so to induce a change,
a change of conscience
that may lead to a change in the world, that will
lead to a change in the world!
How can poetry be written by people who want no change?
To be reconciled after so long,
in sunshine, among Latino voices. A. showed me
where earthquake two years ago had changed Santa Cruz
and how the people were rebuilding, making it better. Had she
been frightened? Of course. Would she move away?
Never. Here earth itself gives us the paradigm.
And the great ocean hurling its might always thunderously against
the land at Half Moon Bay is our measure
of flux and courage
and eternity.
We drove among hills, redwood and eucalyptus,
dense growth, the richness and ramifying intricacy
of the world’s loveliness, and asked
what would be left
for our grandchildren, already born, when they are
as old as we? No longer do we
need an insane president to end us
by pushing a button. People
need only go on living as they are, without change,
the complacent and hard-eyed
everywhere. At the airport
after dark
among hard lights
with the massive proportions of human energy
surrounding them, two old people
embraced in love of the injured and poor, of poetry,
of the world in its still remaining remote possibilities,
which were themselves.

Emile Hofstede

The International Idea

November 24, 2019

Oh, how I love Humanity,
With love so pure and pringlish,
And how I hate the horrid French,
Who never will be English!

The International Idea,
The largest and the clearest,
Is welding all the nations now,
Except the one that’s nearest.

This compromise has long been known,
This scheme of partial pardons,
In ethical societies
And small suburban gardens —

The villas and the chapels where
I learned with little labour
The way to love my fellow-man
And hate my next-door neighbour.

G. K. Chesterton

I love Paris

November 24, 2019

I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.

Cole Porter

I’m not done with you

November 24, 2019

I know you’ve already cum and you’re super sensitive but I’m not done with you. I want you to cum for me, over and over again until you are completely drained. I want every touch to make your back arch completely off of the bed. I want you screaming, crying, begging until I’m satisfied that you’ve had enough. I want to see you red raw with all my rubbing…

Anon
Sleepy Little Dom

constant, incredible sex

November 24, 2019

His voice worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I was wet and ready. I had been since he began speaking. For two months, I’d been trapped in a Fae-induced sexual frenzy, having constant, incredible sex with him, while listening to his voice, smelling his scent. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs,  I’d been conditioned by repeated stimuli to have a guaranteed response.  My body anticipated, greedily expected pleasure in his presence. I inhaled, caught myself straining for the scent of him, forced it back out, and closed my eyes, as if maybe I could hide behind my own lids –

Karen Marie Moning
Dreamfever

between the trees

November 24, 2019

Her heart was a dark forest and her soul all the wild things dwelling between the trees…

Well licked

November 24, 2019

Well licked are you,
your clit, those fleshy lips –
well licked, yes, but bitter as hell.
You twist your arse in a certain way
thrusting against my jaw,
and those lips, like the lips of Harlequin,
part to drown me…

Sunday Morning Ritual

November 24, 2019

Yes, you guessed it. Wash all the toys we used on each other this morning. Cleanliness being next to Godliness we have a ‘duty’ rota for this task. It’s my turn today.