Tag Archives: lilith

crossing the imagined

Posted on September 29, 2017 by Frank

two empty beer cans one drunk milky way a distant memory of stars blackberries and vines sweet intoxication flows from my thorn-spiled flesh between fire and flood a vale of unbelievers throw stones … it’s tee-time with sun’s set: a … Continue reading →

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The temptations of flesh

Posted on September 22, 2017 by Frank

He slept alone at night, his door locked from the inside, the shutters anchored firmly to prevent all but the wind from entering. Before surrendering to the warm comfort of his bed, before closing his eyes to sleep, he knelt … Continue reading →

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The Power of Creation

Posted on August 27, 2017 by Frank

How long she lay there, if lie there she did, she could not have said. The barren wasteland was no more; about her flowered a lush vale suffused with a gentle warmth and echoing with the run of water somewhere … Continue reading →

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The Tree

Posted on August 9, 2017 by Frank

The tree was the heart of the Garden, thick roots stretching out in all directions from the base of its ancient trunk, beneath a vast umbrella of green shot through with rays of golden sunlight. “It’s as old as the … Continue reading →

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The Wall

Posted on August 6, 2017 by Frank

Lilith watched her man climb the slope below her. Like everything else in the Garden, Adam was imbued with vigour and beauty, and a hunger for him stirred within her. A hunger laced with frustration. She lifted her gaze to … Continue reading →

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reviled

Posted on April 9, 2017 by Frank

lilith was a sexbot written to be fucked reviled for giving it and not taking it like a man

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cold flesh on hot – how the forest burns

Posted on September 30, 2016 by Frank

Humour pi quarters infinite trail of s.team… from the missing piece the hoops I jump through to avoid exercise… grammar’s a liar she lies in bed comma-toes what big teeth she has! but for a teddy bare Miscellaneous crush – … Continue reading →

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Unafraid

Posted on April 28, 2016 by Frank

for Vashti Her jet-black hair with golden flowers arrayed She walked the reverent woods alone and unafraid A passion raw, unfiltered, shaped her words She sang to the echoing hills and chorus birds Bright sun and shadow striped her honey … Continue reading →

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Goddesses of Love, Lust and Liberty

Posted on November 29, 2015 by Frank

Jacquotte Fox Kline’s new fantasy trilogy Down Deep Inside blends Christian and ancient Greek mythologies, establishing between Heaven and Hell a city-realm in Elysium where Aphrodite rules over a renegade New Order of succubi and incubi. This is a matriarchal … Continue reading →

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but who will worship you

Posted on November 20, 2015 by Frank

‘no matter how you hate me; I will die I will not be forgot! a spirit of the air! but who will worship you?’ she asked, ‘not I ‘though you be the first and only man – and, why, even … Continue reading →

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