Parker Owens

he has such memorable lines; these especially stick with me - his soul is a restless place... ...he reaches out to hands inaccessible to an equal heart... ...the universe teems with it and the universe disavows it he wanders a path parallel... I read and re-read and re-re-read this, looking at it as a faceted diamond in perfect light. you appealed to the sense of observation, and brilliantly so, floating above, beside and around. then reminded me of a musical scherzo, maybe because it seems to have a faster tempo, or perhaps there is the sense of possible freedom from ghosts and skeletons. If the previous poem was a scherzo, then now may be a brief rondo; the recurring search for happiness likened to nurturing and rebuilding the flame of love. Each of these spoke to me in your own unique voice, and wonderfully so.

Slow Dance I dance the rhythm of the night, the whispered stream, the owl in flight, the subtle ticking of the clock in synchrony with noises slight. On doorframe do I softly knock, by silvered moonlight taking stock, and watch your shoulders rise and fall, your breathing steady as a rock. The dripping sink from down the hall does nothing much to still the call I'm hearing from your flanks and spine while naked 'neath the quilts you sprawl. Thoug

Such a busy chapter - but this one opens up some new characters, and lets us see CJ living a student’s life, mostly. A high profile student, to be sure, but a student nonetheless. This was very enjoyable, although I kind of hoped for a glass of wine, myself...

What a shattering end. No HEA here. Elijiah’s brokenness could not be healed.

There is poetry in these words, and deep stories waiting to unfold.

How good you are to say so! Squirrels nests in the trees are very messy affairs, often tossed about by winter winds. But they are safe enough in the trees. Thank you for your comments.

Thank you, dear Sas!

Anything to stave off the December chills, perhaps. And come to think of it, it has been unseasonably warm... thank you for reading and commenting.

And while you may not see it, I’m blushing, too. But that’s because of your very kind words. I know it was kind of heated, but somehow it felt right. Thank you for commenting on this.

Absolutely...FB is Christmas must-read!

This is a fantastic slice of what could be real, actual. The pain of Tobias and Sloan drifting apart is as painful as Tobias’ injuries. Beautifully written, utterly convincing. And there is a bit of hope remaining...

I completely echo Dugh. It’s timeless.

A year has passed, the leaves are raked, but friends will last, your cake is baked; and candles lighted, tall and bright, to wish a Happy Birthday night. Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday! May every hour be wonderful!

Hope it was warm enough to melt snow . Thank you so much for reading!

Hope the cool air brought the temperature down a notch. Have to watch out for that spiced cider...thank you for reading!

It is kind of hot, I admit it. Perhaps it is the poetic version of heat therapy. I’m glad you thought it was good. Thank you for reading these, hot or cool.

Not in the Spice Rack because it’s not a cinquain. But you can tell it was written around the same time...Go ahead and growl! Thanks for reading!

I think things were much quieter afterwards. And yes, it is interesting, isn’t it? Thanks for reading!

Hope that is a good kind of ‘wow.’ It is hunting season, after all...thanks for reading!

Predator I crouch, a hungry feral beast, before me lies a scrumptious feast, for you are splayed upon the bed, so fair, my breath has almost ceased. I pounce upon you to be fed, it's for your flesh my lips were bred and for your most exquisite taste, my tongue between your hills is led. I cannot dine at all in haste, to hurry so would be a waste of your involuntary groan with which your room is loudly graced. Your pleasure is the best I've known;

Thank you for sharing this.

CJ’s first term in college certainly takes a back seat to his political first campaign. I loved his interaction with Brett and Cesar. And then in a New York whirl - touching bases in all kinds of places, rubbing elbows with the famous and the star struck - it says a lot that Ozzie adapts so well to CJ’s celebrity status.

This is such a sweet story. I loved each and every moment I took in reading it..,

Elijah and Tony: friendship sailing into deeper waters, developing into something that will bind heart and memory. This chapter aches with melancholy and dull pain, like the bruises on Elijah’s body. Beautiful.