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Month: December 2020

tick/

December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
kisses
painted on
my
weathered
clockwork
heart

© Michael Raven

Posted in poemsTagged micropoetry

Score as of New Year’s Eve

December 31, 2020December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment

Boojum, 3

Hunters of snark, 0


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Posted in brain vomitTagged here be monsters, lewis carroll

Mates.

December 31, 2020January 1, 2021 Michael RavenLeave a comment
She awoke to sun pouring through a frayed hole in the shades, a lingering electrical charge where his lips had kissed her breasts, and the sadness that always came with dreaming of that past life.

© Michael Raven

Posted in microfictionTagged one-sentence story

laughter/

December 31, 2020December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
web of strangers in
iktomi's tangled skein
& the heyoka games
he plays to
wedge split sunder yet
binds them closer still

stupid fucking people --
hiding in self-defined
binds...

this
i heard
from a rock.

© Michael Raven

Posted in poemsTagged heyoka, iktomi

A big sheet of white paper…

December 31, 2020December 31, 2020 Michael Raven2 Comments

25 years ago today, one of the best comic strips ever, ceased publication while at the top of it’s game (fact, not personal opinion, *nudge nudge*). Here is the last strip.

Happy New Years Eve.

Posted in brain vomitTagged calvinism

ankh/

December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
my true bride waits
at the end of the dark
and wooded path with
her key and one final dance

© Michael Raven

Posted in poems

beltain/

December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
i kiss your sandaled foot
as we lay in the beltain grass --
the old rituals on my mind

© Michael Raven

Posted in poems

Alley.

December 31, 2020December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment

He watched with wry amusement as the bicycle cop crept up to the couple having loud sex in the alley below his apartment to slap the man’s bare ass with a leather glove, the moans of lust exchanged with infuriated yelps.


© Michael Raven

Posted in microfictionTagged one-sentence story

dancing/

December 31, 2020December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
feather trace 
fingertips
on the inside
of your thigh

© Michael Raven

Posted in poemsTagged erotica, micropoetry

coil/

December 31, 2020 Michael RavenLeave a comment
restless

i wait
for my dreamtime

longing for
release
wrapped in your embrace

© Michael Raven

Posted in poemsTagged micropoetry

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