KM Bezner
the title of this poem is a sigh hands between thighs the meat of thumbs and palms clutched between buried butterfly wings shuddering, fluttering, pressed to that tender fault line…
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the title of this poem is a sigh hands between thighs the meat of thumbs and palms clutched between buried butterfly wings shuddering, fluttering, pressed to that tender fault line…
Continue ReadingTwin Week Anxious he had started far too late to make peak condition for Independence week in Provincetown, Kayden began his preparations on January second with a seven-day juice purge…
Continue ReadingShe Smelled of Strawberries “She tasted of strawberries.” I said in reply. Did she now. He smirked, taking a draught of his cold beer, half-burned cigarette laid gentle on a…
Continue ReadingWhen the Frog Grows Hairs To her, my sister Santa Pe Slim and pretty Our mother wanted to marry As soon as possible But she didn't want to do. Forced,…
Continue ReadingThe Wheel is Turning But the Hamster is Dead Owing to the conflict in the Ukraine, we ask all patrons to spend no more than half-hour with a single order.…
Continue ReadingBlood Orange Upstairs, Kate prepares to enter her sanctuary: the en suite bathroom. When having a hot shower – very hot – like the one she plans on having today…
Continue ReadingFourplay It all started out with a dirty joke told during a simple double date among friends. “And the Big Bad Wolf showed off his evilest smile,” Benny Bloshard said…
Continue ReadingClutch His grip on me is ten inches thick, making incisions in all my dimensions. Can you see the extension... where we connect? The tightest grasp gloved with precise mechanics.…
Continue ReadingLove & Lust in the Kingdom of Kum long ago in the naughty Kingdom of Kum arose a problem both glib and glum, for King Kum himself, ruler of the…
Continue ReadingTo Remember Her By I. and she stuck her tongue out, lasciviously, grinning, pushing him down into the sand …
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