Poetry: In the Dark

in the dark

in my bed

by the wall

his tongue

my ear

his tongue

my mouth

his head

my thighs

wet silence

red blood

he enters

he fills me

my mouth

his breath

my face

his knife

I wait

in the dark

in my bed

By the wall

 

Rob Goldstein (c) 2015-2018

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Interview with Author Annette Rochelle Aben!

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INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR ANNETTE ROCHELLE ABEN!

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Annette Rochelle Aben

Please help me welcome author Annette Rochelle Aben to Jemsbooks.blog Segment, Interview an Author!

Hi Annette, it’s lovely to see you. Thank you for coming. Please step up  on the stage. The lights are on you!

Tell us something about yourself:

Believe it or not, this is one of the most difficult questions for me to address. What someone else might find interesting about me might be the very thing I do NOT mention. So, here goes.

I’m a grown-ass woman who has come to the realization that I know less about life than the day I was born. At least, I have the ability to know that this is not a bad thing. Much of this awareness comes from having my two adult siblings as roommates. Life with them teaches me that the difference between simple and complex is…

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The outsider

from TheFeatheredSleep

TheFeatheredSleep

38638686_1843766582406138_8072796370370560000_nshe wasn’t like them, so they didn’t like her

to her face they smiled and said ‘nice things’

which she knew were lies

behind her back they laughed

and made dirty-lezzie jokes

because it made them uncomfortable

to think about what they thought she did

it made them feel a bit disgusted

like when you stand too close

she looked like them in superficial ways

wore at times, nicer dresses and had longer hair

the fact that she liked girls wasn’t in their

comfort zone

when it was summer time they had

BBQ’s and invited all the neighborhood kids

wondering if she would be safe around minors or

would do something inappropriate

when they started a mommy running club

she wasn’t invited because she was neither

a mommy or someone they wanted to

bare their secrets with

what would she understand of husbands?

maybe their husbands liked her

because…

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The Old Guy … Think Kindly …

from Geezer94

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Think Kindly

.

When I am gone,

I hope you think kindly of me.

That there is a memory of us,

That brings a smile …

To your heart.

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Remember … these old eyes once,

Contained a spark of life,

With all the joy of the young,

With all the hope ..

Of the loved.

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When I am gone,

Remember our laughter,

The tears we shared,

And how our hearts sang,

From our shared whimsical smiles.

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Oh when I am long resting in peace,

Put down the words for all to read.

To share once again,

This day and next,

My prayer and smile for all of you.

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Jem © 2018

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