The most warm weather, like mermaids to the rescue, COME IN WITH THE WAVES. D.J. Whisenant AdvertisementsRead more "– haiku # 137 –"
The skin, the teeth, the limbs, the feet, the silence, the retreat, the patterns, the remedy, the pride, the sexuality, the wishy-washy masculinity, the lust, the dreams, the tug-of-war with energy… the journey to loving me – where is the tunnel’s end? ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– ongoing –"
All I can think of within the confinement of these wide open spaces: seclusion. survival. beauty. curiosity. wonder. accomplishment. Sunday, a sunny day, a sun ray for me and only me, from the Valley through to Beverly, a surefire remedy. Where are these pure thoughts when needed the rest of the week? ~ ~ […]Read more "– canyon –"
Let my balls hang freely almost like my country’s flag… how hilarious the notion. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– no underwear thursday –"
I shouldn’t take it personal … ev’ry demon has its day and has its way with ev’ryone, and I’ve passed through much worse, my own hell made from earth, and came back above ground to the sun. If you had trekked in my sneakers, you would know it is a miracle; these words from this […]Read more "– stay for the miracle, part I –"
This buckeye will not crack… won’t drown out in the sea or in the sand; I de- mand the most of me. Didn’t I survive nights of inebriation, late-night drives stagnant and waiting? Cornholes and the corn fields lost their pure appeal to me… yet these were my pacifiers through each season in a long […]Read more "– o-h, i-o! –"
Writing and typing up list upon list… no sign or sight of a Christmas wish, just persons unknown like a bum with no home – they complement my energy. Will I put down the pen of invisible ink? Will I give my life’s blood to revision? Can I put down the pen of invisible ink? […]Read more "– invisible ink –"