Poema adaptado del inglés No. 1: “Huérfano del Mar”

Huérfano del Mar por Dina Mendoza Ella sueña con amantes vehementes rimando con tu eterna acústica. Ella entierra su culpa bajo tus arcenes para admirar tu edad infinita. Tú, cuyas rugientes olas ahogan sus piernas, se arremolinan alrededor de sus caderas, acarician su busto, y embisten contra sus labios; Tú, cuyo pelo espumoso ondea a…

Orphan of the Sea

Orphan of the Sea Copyright 2018 by Dina Mendoza She buries her sin under your verges to admire your infinite ages. She dreams of heated lovers rhyming along with your eternal breaking. You, whose roaring waves drown her feet, swirling up around her hips, caressing her bossom, and brushing her lips; whose spuming hair undulates…

Sugar cubes

I left lemonade on the table You asked if I was able, to grab a few sugar cubes for you. I grabbed two. You dropped a drop from a bottle onto the top, then you dropped it in our drinks. One for you and one for me. Next thing I know, the walls begin to…

To the young and sexy server at the Union Station

This is a real life account of a night in downtown Chicago, more especifically, at the Union Station (a few Batman scenes were shot there!). At nights, the Union Station transforms into a magical banquet hall with sky-high ceilings, dressed impeccable linen and table settings, delicious food, lively music, distinguised guests, wine, laughter, beautiful lightning,…

Puddles Beside The Tub

Poem submitted by Santa Veloz from California. She’s both a young poetist and a visual artist. You will witness a perfect example of how words and visuals collide (Hint: this blog’s tagline) when you read her poem and dissect her painting.   Puddles Beside the Tub Copyright 2018 by Santa Veloz I bath in my sorrow; the…

My beloved block

First published on 01/25/2018. Re-published today to showcase Michael Smorong’s sketch.
“I am blocked, crippled, a blank mind nearing oblivion.”

Advice to Master

Advice to Master One more Unearthed. Please excuse her shame, but you unleashed passions. You left a walking desire Reluctant to calm her hips. Posses her, hear Her racing heartbeat as you read. Feel her And the sweet fluids of her dreams until her frame aches, trembling for your power, for your vitality. Copyright 2018…

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Train No. 3006

Unearthed from a small collection. Originally written Thursday, October 8, 2009, during an oddly sensual train ride. His opaque silver coat hid him easily. As an illusion he appeared to me, Halting loudly, no, delicately. I rode on. Inside, his lights were dim, and the floor a heavenly tread; As if, angels were falling asleep….

Of American Shadows in Fatherland

My blood boils with passion and runs through me with such force that a wall as high as your ego will never stop it–it will climb it, penetrate it, slither under it, bring it down even.

The sky is blue

The Sky is Blue Originally written as “Blue Tears and Cobwebs” on Thursday, October 08, 2009, from the little house in a Virginian prairie.   The sky is blue Copyright 2018 by Dina Mendoza   The sky is crying and I cry with it; I share with it. It stares, pitiful through my window. Eyelids…

Curious, Self-indulging Desires

All surfaces were a cold, gray, and wet concrete. Private rooms of all shapes and sizes enclosed me and I looked into each one for the companionship I craved to join in boundless celebration… What for? In the first room, there was a man waiting for another man’s sex. In the second one, they were looking for a third wheeler. In the third room, there was a woman expecting another woman. Every other room I entered had been taken, offering all sorts of kinks and creative pleasures…