This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the Fair Use protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Thursday, February 5, 2009



When an angel or a god descends,
you don't ask why.
You don't question stormwinds,
thunder, lightning.

My knees buckled when I saw him.
My mouth and throat went dry,
a fever scorched my skin,

and I was shaking.

I wanted to hide,
I wanted to see and be seen.

I asked him where he lived.
He cursed and knocked me down.

When I came to, he was gone.

In this encounter, who lost? Who won?
He had the thrill of acting macho--
But I bear deep in every vein
a hidden flame, the fire of Michelangelo.