Homoerotic Poems: August 2021

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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. 1260 x 290

POEMAS EN ESPAÑOL -- 2009: January 8, April 12, August 3 . . . . 2010: January 13 . . . . 2013: June 30, November 28, December 8 . . . . 2014: September 25, November 30 . . . . 2015: July 9, October 22 . . . . 2016: February 12, August 1, December 28 . . . . 2017: March 2, September 5 . . . . 2018: May 10, July 15, November 3 . . . . 2019: August 4, December 5 . . . . 2020: December 1 . . . . 2021: October 12, December 3 . . . . 2022: April 15, June 21 . . . . 2023: January 3, April 2, May 9, June 6.

Saturday, August 21, 2021

TALIBAN TARGETS AFGHAN WOMEN

https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2021/08/the-talibans-return-is-awful-for-women-in-afghanistan/619765/?utm_source=pocket-newtab

A woman in a burka puts her hand up to a car window, looking in at a passenger.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

FEMALE REPORTER HUNTED BY TALIBAN

theguardian .com/global-development/2021/aug/10/please-pray-for-me-female-reporter-being-hunted-by-the-taliban-tells-her-story?utm_source=pocket_discover

Friday, August 6, 2021

GETTING IT — NOT

He lounged in the doorway, shirtless

Against the blistered blue paint.

Light curved around his torso,

Sculpting the biceps that muscled his pecs and

Kissing the caramel nubs of his nipples, and

Rippled down the dimpled ridges of his abs, and

And I looked up and saw

His hair the color of sunlight,

His eyes the color of rain.