After the character from Woolf


That one time in the trenches

when the fear and loneliness had been

too much, when the panic had come

on him, Evans had taken his hand,

pulled him close, and embraced him,

wrapping strong arms and legs

tightly around him–and then came

the kiss, erotic, yes, but more than that,

the exchange of the life-force,

an infusion of warming breath.

For Evans it had been a one-off,

a gesture of comfort extended

to a blood-brother in time of distress;

but for Septimus, though he dared not

hope for the act’s repetition,

it was the moment that defined

his life, the glorious high that,

having once been reached,

left an aching void, the hunger

of addiction that, no matter how

richly fed, could never be

satisfied again.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper



For Orris, and some others


Half past four in November,

sun not yet sunk, but dropping fast;

the light weakens and a certain

sadness falls–not unkindly,

but with memories bittersweet

of love and loss and chances often

imagined but never really taken:

the ones you never dared to love,

the truths you were afraid to speak,

the journeys that you couldn’t take,

the touch withheld that, given, might

have sparked the flame that would have burned

through all that protective armor

that girds your heart and holds it captive,

the times that your no meant yes, but you waited

too long to clarify and missed your chance.

Well, anyway, the light–it turns

golden, dims, and slowly fades.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

Stream of Unconciousness

Grandpa livestreams Grandma to split smitherscreens,

dispersing her particularly across the cyberverse,

as if he could convert her to a cartoon meme

in lieu of writing sonnets in iambic pentameteors.


Of course, he didn’t mean to do it; he’s merely

a few arcades behind with his technology;

though his aspiration for her’s meant sincerely,

his actions might eventfully require an apogee.


But it’s dutiful he’ll dismember; these daze

his mind’s not quite as Sherpa as it once was,

and sometimes it travels in thyme and spaces,

or skips out on its office to take long lunches.


Grandma, meanwhile, is blessfully unaware,

humming showrooms while she wishes her hair.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper



Fairy Tail

Advisory:Sexually explicit


Once under a time out of the water nearby,

rode a knight with a shiner, armoured,

on his lusty steed, seeking a handsome young prince,

bored and expiring, to bore some spirit into.


Everyone he met, he questioned,

“Where can I find a handsome young prince,

bored and expiring, whose hungry hole

needs some liberation?”


And always they answered the same:

“There’s a prince, just like you describe him,

kept in a dungeon under the castle,

and rumored to take all comers.”


So off to that dungeon rode our knight,

the motion of his steed, along with the

anticipated action, making him more

than a little bit horny.


Arriving at the castle and barging

into the dungeon, the knight saw

the young prince, handsome as promised,

naked and shaved and tied to the bed.


“Well, fuck!” said the knight. “Everything’s

just as they said! “What’s your story,

my ravishing young prince? How did

you get yourself into this predicament?”


“Simple enough,” the prince responded,

“My royal parents grounded me here

to keep me from being promiscuous,

but it hasn’t quite worked out as planned.


“They always forget to lock the door,

so every night a new knight shows up

to fuck me and leave me—and leave

me unsatisfied, because all their cocks

are just average, and I need a lot of lance.

Will you kiss me, untie me and take me away?

I am ravishingly handsome, after all,

and you look a little lonely yourself.”


“Eventually,” said the knight, but first

I’m going to ravish you, handsome,

and liberate your slutty ass with a lot

of my lance, which I think you will find

more than adequate, but if you’re still

unsatisfied, we can have a three-way

with my steed, who’s hung like a horse

and always up for anything.”


No doubt the knight with a shiner,

will fulfill all the desires of the

bored young prince, and they’ll kiss

and ride the steed off together.

But, right now, it seems

they’re still going at it.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper