Those Smoky Eyes
Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something real, […]
Articles by Thomas Morgan
Red Rhythm
keep the red coming until the last d […]
r-e-s-e-a-r-c-h: an anagram and a process
see ease har har har re-sea ah… sh* race ear hear rear a rare search reach ha rah! rah! rah!
Headscapes
There’s people outside, the thrashing and bustling kind. Nowadays they seem to blur like shadows in dithyrambic dazes. We shiver at the thought of joining […]
Second-Hand Sky
For once I was a first impression, To catch a lady’s eye. Though now I sit here on a rack, Watching customers pass by. Child, […]
unerotic erotica
when a cotton white shirt sits down when it’s new, but about 23 wears in when you smell it before you see it when you […]
The Side Unseen
There was a girl who used to look in the mirror and tell herself one thing she loved about herself every day. She always smiled, […]
A Safe Sex Sonnet
In bed, one will ask “Are you ready?” ‘Ready’ has little to do with your age, you do not have to be going steady. There […]