The Gay side of Things.

I waited. Breath bated. For a bait. A bed. Feelings that fail to abate.  Only exacerbate. I waited. In vain.

It has been a while. Revisiting the blog is like looking back fondly on a dusty diary.  Snap shots of thoughts, emotions and events capture...

"Could you at least pretend?" He stopped in mid conversation. Some discourse about the pairing of saffron with fish or was it pa...

Take the words Chew them up  Wet with scorn. Spit them back Black with dread Covered in webs. Words mangled  I lie here ent...

Spring Shoots burst forth from frost Scent of crisp green growth abound Birth pangs morning brings. Summer In dreams they whisper ...