Better late than never. Continuing my tradition of posting seasonal haiku, here are my submissions for Autumn 2009. The frost is on the pumpkin. The days are shorter. It’s a banner year for acorns and the leaves are falling at a rapid pace. Time to...

Sit just there and pull your knees apart. Let me see your cunt, pink brown rose, colors changing as your lips puff up, your emptiness oozing. Let me draw it, photograph it, smell lick poke it with fingers, prod it with something blunt. Wait. I think it...

There! The cold air arrived and I know that I won’t see your feet bare again until next June. I resign myself to your socks, watching TV, nestled between the covers in our bed, those fuzzy feet hoisted over your shoulders, tied to the headboard, wool...

I needed you last night. Where were you? Why didn’t you find me, come get between me and the TV, peel off your Threadless tee, unzip my jeans, take out my cock and lick the head, turning me, turning me until my arching back was facing that stupid,...

The maple leaves here have already started changing colors. Reds, oranges… we see outbreaks of fiery hue poking through the still green oaks and pines. The oaks? They’re waiting, content for now to watch me kneel in front of you, lower your...