Author Archives: Eugene Hardy

Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.

Have You forgotten Me? On the playground, playing two man tag…. Then in the Great Library, where I stole our first kiss…. Then We ascended to the heavens…. Since then, When have been too busy with world issues and not enough of US. I miss Your divine feminine, matter how much porn I see, IContinue reading “Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.”

Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….

Yes, yes!, I know, we look at those nudes in profiles, and forget the print. Yes! I love being tied down, but I am never powerless. I submit, bottom, manwwhore for the pleasure of It. But I don’t like the pain of my dis-spirited soul, knowing any I sleep with are likely not my soul-mateContinue reading “Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….”

Essential Worker, a poem.

We….. ….get up before dawn, eat, shower and take mass transit to work, if we are lucky…. We…. cannot work in the safety of our homes, Working for the minimum wage. No hazard pay or wealth incentives or federal/state support, always exposed to Covid_19. We could die leaving our families and estates poorer for patriotism?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”

**sigh**

**sigh** What else can I say? To watch a slow moving coup, so slow that people don’t notice it. It creeps behind perceptions, behind Confederate flags, while people of color are killed while: buying a pack of cigarettes, or being gay, and not even accountants eating ice cream are safe. I’ve cried in rage whenContinue reading “**sigh**”