Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Editor: My Muse Author: John B. Rosenman - Wet Dreams

Wet Dreams Page

Adult Content, Tagline:

A summer-long vacation and a lavish mansion to enjoy it in: for John and Karen Santos, what could possibly go wrong?


Horror, contains adult language


Ghosts, possession, betrayal, cursed, hauntings, perversion, erotic, sex, twisted psychology, psychodrama, horror, aberrant

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A summer-long vacation and a lavish mansion in the country to enjoy it in.  What could possibly go wrong?  For John and Karen Santos, it provides a wonderful opportunity to heal their marriage, which has been damaged by John’s infidelity.

While there, they sleep in a waterbed surrounded by ghostly, watchful  mirrors.  In a dream, John is visited by Laura Martin, the wife of Rex Martin, the mansion’s previous owner.  Soon sex and murder embrace in a dark, twisted psychodrama, and John confronts an age-old question: Does anyone ever really know another person, even if you’re married to her?


An hour later, he lay back naked and basked in the afterglow.  Karen herself turned off the lights and snuggled happily against him, both their bodies covered by a single sheet.  Like him, she was exhausted and drenched with sweat.  He listened to her breathing slow and descend toward sleep.

Mirrors. We're surrounded by mirrors here.

Eyes closed, he thought of their coupling, entangled bodies, which they had seen reflected from many positions: he above her, then behind, Karen above, and then receiving him sideways.  He started to smile but found himself imagining their own images watching them in the shadows like second selves.  Who knows, perhaps their alter egos would wait till they slept and then creep into their bodies and possess their souls.  And, in the morning, when they awoke...

Where had he gotten such a weird idea?  He tried to puzzle it out, but sleep soon stole upon him.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Poet: My Aunt

My aunt was so full of love
She was as pure as a dove
She would hurt no one
But that night it won

It was cancer they all say
That took her away that day
She's gone all to soon
The cry of the loon

Life was full of happiness
She only had one illness
Everyday and night
Her eyes shone with light

With her I felt like laughing
Now that she's gone I'm crying
She's still full of fun
I know now, she won

I think of her now and then
We will meet again, but when
Life is happiness and love
Margaret is the loving dove


 What is Poetry Starts?

...poems and prose from now back to teen years
...remembering a first writing love
...pumping the creative well yet again
...silencing the internal critic

Monday, November 23, 2015

Writer: Sentence Spurs

I can tell by his eyes that he thinks I'm guilty.
He's seen too much in his life as a cop to even try and believe me.