We were sixteen-year-olds, nestled under a blanket in the high-backed seat of a school bus plowing home late from another city. “Give me your hand,” she said, and her rounded eyebrows should have been enough for me to guess the shape of her intention. But I didn’t. So when she took my hand and pressedContinue reading “Repressed Impression”
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The Body Poetic
The body poetic is greater than the sum of its infinite parts. Have you felt? The body_poetic palpitates and alliterates abundantly and shines, when wet and lustrous, Continue reading “The Body Poetic”
Los Dorados
A poem for two voices, from an El Dorado-like ceremony in Co-ed Naked Philosophy. Grab a friend, throw off your clothes, paint each other, and read this before you dive!
Invisible Scissors
If I had invisible scissors,that made me invisible too,I’d go on a clothes-cutting mission to help everybody get nude! I’d make my way down to the beachto walk with the swimsuit-oppressed.I’d stand just beyond an arm’s reachand -SNIP!- liberate them from dress! I’d cut suits off short folk and tall,from fat, thin, tan, brown, black,Continue reading “Invisible Scissors”
Raccoon and Possum
A limerick dialogue between a thick-coated textile and a bare-tailed nudist An astonished coon asked of a possum, “Why on earth don’t you cover your bottom? When you traipse round the wood, you don’t dress as you should. Keep yourself covered up like you oughta!” So the possum replied to the coon, “WouldContinue reading “Raccoon and Possum”
The Naked Knight
A Nugget of Nudist Nonsense There once was a knight who, to small stature born,went out in the world wearing all could be worn.He dressed endless layers of cotton and woolto fit ‘neath the armor he always wore full. How a man schall be armyd at his ese He sweat, and he stank, from suchContinue reading “The Naked Knight”
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