Until Time paused a moment imploded, the shuddering tremor, rippled in dramatic light silence came with pain, fallen boughs new sown seeds, growth blemished in bark reaching skyward with gentle leaves, the tree had not forgotten yet learned from it's birth never to touch that light or feel that moment again. Kyochikuto/Oleander from chugoku to the ota nothing remained upon the debris strewn red earth, in the silence that came with time, shoots with elliptic leaves to five bright petals, vivid signal that, survival is the future that through resilience we find a peace and learn that for no other reason it should never happen again. With these two poems i came third out of 741 poets worldwide and was presented with a gift from the Japanese government and they where read out at a ceremony at UN headquarters in New York by the Japanese Ambassador which you can watch here http://www.un.org/disarmament/special/meetings/dis_week/ the poems revolve around the Hibakusha survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the poems are also going into a book in New York
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knives sweeter than arrows
flesh of silk and snow
naked as a fawn exposed to winter,
draft seeped through window
that cast a lemon block outside,
pages before her with ink that began
precious silent thoughts
lifted to starry skies,
sorrow had not brought it’s shadow
her eyes strong enough to look into
the fire and show innocence,
the artist whose heart moved in spirals
waited with canvas and sable
and when snow retreats
and fireflies waken
she would stir to his caress,
till then entwined with knowledge
of youth and biology
lessons planned for each week
distraction long holding
avoidance to all things carnal
despite prick of skin
and clamor of heart,
she would wait as others too waited
and beneath soft auburn hair
decisions would be made
Submission Therapy 3
Now here is the opening to whet your appetite o f Submission Therapy
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
Master Sweet rested his hand back in my hair. “Natasha, it’s time to begin.”
He fisted that hand again, reigniting the heat in my scalp, while his other swept down my calf and stopped at my red-black two-toned peek-a-boo toe Louboutin pumps.
“What size do you wear, Natasha?” He drew the shoes off one at a time.
“Yet you have size eight feet.”
“Guys exaggerate their dicks, girls shrink their feet.”
He turned his already-tight fist, pulling a sharp breath into my lungs. “That kind of language is a privilege. One you’ve not earned.”
I couldn’t speak through the tension in my body, and I couldn’t nod without risking searing pain. Thankfully Master Sweet eased his grip just enough to allow my voice back.
“You will address me as Master Sweet, or simply Master.”
“Yes, simply Master.” I tensed up, ready for him to squeeze again. Instead he shocked me by pushing forward, overbalancing me until I was on hands and knees, my cheek buried in the carpet. His pelvis nudged up against my ass, and he was definitely packing something hard in there.
He took a long, deep breath in. “I do so enjoy these early stages.”
“Yes, Master,” said the toadying redhead.
He brought his free hand back down to my feet. He appeared to still be addressing his off-sider. “Look at the deep lines her shoes have carved. The rich redness of constriction.”
His breath seemed to falter for a moment. “It will be exquisite to see this all over her body.”
All over my body? What exactly was that supposed to mean? I should have known better. Never agree to a deal without the terms being spelled out in a contract. Business 101. “Listen, Mister Sweets. Unconventional sex therapy is one thing, but no one is putting any kind of marks on my body. Are we clear?” I threw his condescending words back at him.
“Do you understand what it means to submit?”
His callous tone caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered.
“I have underlings for that.”
“So you see submission as a form of weakness.”
“Absolutely. I bow to no one.”
“You do now. “ The finality of his words was chilling.
Submission Therapy 2
Such a bad reviewer am i or is it a cunning plan well here he is co -author with Katie Salidas on Submission Therapy it is
Willsin Rowe a well established author with many tales of passion , fun , and erotica as i said in the piece below this is a good story Master Sweet will get under your skin and Natasha will annoy at first but persevere here i s a good tale and about Willsin well here is what he says himself.
Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
with character like that he sounds great.
Submission Therapy adds to genre well and now that 50 Shades of Grey has put it on coffee tables Katie and Willsin will have a success , do not fear your sexuality confront or approach what you feel and do not be shy , experiment life is a guideline we define the rest.
Also below are some excerpts from Willsin’s work:-
Christmas time in Brisbane is always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.
Brett Freeman feels the heat like anyone, but for more than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the climate and everything to do with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett and his perfect woman: her husband, Darren.
Despite that stumbling block, Darren and Corinne consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair as he’s tossed away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could ever compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present is offered, and for Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning comes from an ending.
The Three Day Hump
Luther has a solid career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown comfortable, and he can’t remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Opal is young, debatably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush darkness and it draws Luther to her.
He suddenly remembers desire.
Their flirting turns physical; lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.
From the fun and frivolous to the poignant and deeply personal, this collection of flash and short erotic fiction has a little taste of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed lines; of fate and fancy; changes, chances and choices.
With flash stories boiled and brewed until only the essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit, you’re sure to find something to tickle you right where you need it. And with author commentary before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!