Monthly Archives: July 2018

#786 Domin-a-Tricks 7-25-18

I will swear submission to your domination so you may forego linen ties and tight-knotted cords. For you, I will clutch the head posts of our canopied bed, smiling behind my cower, while you lavish your power over me, if, … Continue reading

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#785 In the beginning was a word 7-22-18

Was the first grunt a pronoun: “I-” “You-” “Us-” “Them-” ? or was it a verb: “sit.” “rest.” “speak.” “um….fuck?” (hope has always sprung eternal in the hearts of man 🙂 ? Then, from that first word, who aped the … Continue reading

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#784 Just Ask 7-19-18

I am no saint. Instead, lately, I’ve been nurturing a budding intolerance for guilt. Heavens howling hound, knowing sin shreds the silken fabric draping heavens throne, wounds his Masters hopeful, Holy heart, (yet is so human an option,) dug the … Continue reading

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#783 love-life rhythm 7-17-18

Retaining relational regularity requires rhythmic repetition. Practice. Keep the BPM steady. Don’t push to hard. You might fall on your face and lose your race. Maintain a constant pace. And, kiss your lover, night and morning, just in case. .

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#782 Thoughts while swimming 7-9-18

It’s on no whim I check the pulse-rate flashing on my wrist as I swim. There are motives for counting BPM: Hubris: Damn man! You’re pushing 70 and your heart’s beating JUST 100 as you free-style your hour in the … Continue reading

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#781 Only one path 7-7-18

The myth is, there are many possible paths. But truly, there is only the one I could have taken to be here, now. Yes, of course, a diverging path, (I say with a sigh, thanks, Mr. Frost for stopping by!) … Continue reading

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#780 Thank You, Mrs. Dominitz. 7-3-18

Who was I to wash up on your class room door, December, 1954? I’d just turned six. A victim of systemic gerrymander in The Bronx school districts completely unequipped to control battalions of Boomer Babies born since The Boys came … Continue reading

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