A mother’s love is naked reality the feminine simple lover of truth. Her love is my mother and your mother – inexhaustible affection – that never neglects her children no matter how heedless or rebellious they may be. A mother’s love is naked reality at the breast of human kindness… suckling the child when their… Continue reading Durga’s Love
Juvie
Her father was drunk again. He pulled her out of bed, took off his belt and began beating her in an uncontrollable frenzy. He whipped her and whipped her while her terrified sister and little brothers huddled close to their screaming mother. This was to be the end of it. She was seventeen. It was… Continue reading Juvie
Let’s Play Dress Up!
So here she was again… ringing the door bell… so now what? This time she was wearing a grey trench coat and black heels. She was carrying a large new fluffy pillow with a red satin pillow case. She handed him the pillow and began singing, “I can’t give you anything but love, Baby…” Then… Continue reading Let’s Play Dress Up!
Add a Son
They lay down beside the goddess as she labors in birth. This one, too, will be another girl… and another… until there is a sea of women with only a smattering of male children. No one knows why the men have become weak. Their phallus does not rise. There is but a meager offering of… Continue reading Add a Son
Home Bound
To say that they were addicted to marijuana was incorrect. They could quit anytime they wanted to with no ill effects. They just didn’t want to quit. They loved that weed. That green stinkin’ weed! It dulled the pain of war and politics. It made food taste better. It made sex feel better. It made… Continue reading Home Bound