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.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


Your old catastrophes queued to recur,
And vital fire contracted to a hole,
Can you go back in dreams to what you were
And try anew the unenacted role?

Dead pleasures fading to a wasted blur,
Desire perversely lives, a glowing coal
That stale regret but pricks you on to stir,
Revision of the past your only goal.

So little left could hardly come to less:
The clinging succubus that made you prey,
And yet possesses you, makes you regress;

The sleepless demon that forced you to say
“Yes” when you meant “No,” “No” when you meant “Yes,”
Still makes a day of night, a night of day.

Photo from http://quotationsbook.com/quotes/author/photos/6633

Thursday, January 13, 2011


You lounged in the doorway, shirtless
Against the blistered blue paint.
Light curved around your torso,
Sculpting the biceps that muscled your pecs and      
Kissing the strawberry stains of your nipples, and   
Rippled down the dimpled ridges of your abs, and 
And I looked up and saw
Your hair the color of sunlight,
Your eyes the color of rain.

First photo from artistryofmale.blogspot.com, 18 March 2012
Second photo from