Cutting the Cake

Gowned and veiled for tribal ritual in a maze of tulle and satin with her eyes rimmed round in catfur and the stylish men about her kissing kin and carefree suitors long she looked unseeing past him to her picture in the papers …

Early Walk

On my early walk I passed the Frog Prince dead in a rut of the road his lordly legs spread out for a royal leap plump thighs a fan of tapering toes his shapely body flattened by a passing …

Dover

Dover is 3 his hair like canary feathers.    he puts his blue eye to the hole    in the board fence between us.    we stick out our tongues and touch. Dover is 5 in a white suit.    mine eyes dazzle I help him pee …