I’m sorry sorry I haven’t been on in awhile., but I’ve been really busy writing and editing my books. I can assure you they will be worth the wait! But the good news is I’ll be presenting two panels at … Continue reading
The wet mountainside Small creatures run through the rain The world is so loud Fur rubbing between the legs Goes unnoticed in the dark
In the wake of rain I sleep not upon my back I fear God’s old wolf May invite his friend’s arrows Towards my naked navel
In a summer’s noon, The night is lit by the fires Of a holy beast Walking near Nagoya’s fort. Nobunaga is then born.
If you stare at me, With a face with out feature You fool me five times Stare at me with your anus; I’ve been fooled for the first time. © Michael Goldstein
In the spring moonlight A fox transforms himself Into a princess And wanders into the town Its tail tucked into the wear © Michael Goldstein
On a moonlit road, A woman climbs a brothel, To the second floor, Peeking at carnal desires, While her feet stay on the ground. © Michael Goldstein