Evonka's Secret World

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Monday, May 31, 2004

Max is sowing wild oats

Oh sweet conquistador of the soul, where art thou? Cockered boy, do not peter out on me in phallic bonhomie, for as you rise to empathize the nightingale doth sing, which yet leaves time for lusty-thrusted spirited activity, by thine uplifted night bird fully...cocked...in wanton caroling. Flaccid... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

Dear Max Power

Unfortunately, I have to inform you that it will not be my feet that will be swept under. To be more precise it will be your knees that will buckle, as you'll fall to a kneeling position, after which you’ll collapse on your face, knocking your teeth out. But what the hell. You'll have to learn... Sign in to see full entry.

She stood by him

She stood by him. For years she stood there like a tree rooted to the concrete foundation of their dwelling. The branches were her body that swayed from one room to the other, attending to the lives that occupied the space determined by some housing track developer long ago. Her days, like leaves... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 29, 2004

I am looking for a daring male writer

I am looking for a daring male writer to coauthor a novel with me. The plot will develop spontaneously, with twists and turns based on our individual imagination. Your objective will be to challenge me in a written exchange, using all of your talents, writing skills, and life experiences. It will be... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 28, 2004

Rest quietly my love

Rest quietly my love, upon your pillow the one you like so well, let its softness sing you lullabies of long ago, sweetly, rocking your dreams to oblivion. Are you here with me or have you gone? Still I wait, creating a world for you to go to, unseen you walk, like a ghost in the night. Because you... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Passion has a way of finding us...(continued)

Who can say what drives our passion once it seeps into our blood. What is that single element that feeds the desire to possess that which inflames us. And if not possess it then surely position ourselves in its proximity...at any cost, just to bask in its glow. And when we search our memory of what... Sign in to see full entry.

When love hurts

Separation–unyielding, stern, yet necessary it heals the wounds of love. No, not love itself, just the hurts caused unintentionally, because life happens. And yet in this pause, we love even more. A butterfly settles upon my hand, it rests, it’s wings delicate and vulnerable. And so it is with what... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Passion has a way of finding us......

Passion has a way of finding us...unaware, unprepared and vulnerable. Once it finds us, It seeps into our blood, and from that moment on we must have it to live....or not live at all. For him it was wine. Not just an ordinary wine, mind you, but the very best that vineyards had to offer. He was a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sparkling wine

Waiting for the sun....give me time....Huckleberry ice cream, sparking wine.....feverish kisses. Words exchanged so long ago, or was it just yesterday? This pause, this void that fills me.....stillness of the heart.....it’s just an ordinary day.....without you in it. Remember when? Sun and river,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Come in Boston.

She is waiting for you to pull the rug from under her feet. You know that you can, and she loves that you know....it’s all in the game. A game of wits, and intellect. A parody of senses and passions. A battle with words that penetrate deeply into the soul of the other. Intellectual arousal, virtual... Sign in to see full entry.

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