The Poetry Slam, Part 4

I don’t know who Mikhel hired to soundproof the Theatre, but they clearly knew what they were doing. The noise level from the Poetry Slam was either nonexistent (door closed) or deafening (door cracked open). Mikhel ran drinks back and forth to the Theatre. I mostly stayed at the bar, which truthfully was pretty quiet. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 3

I took another full tray of Jägerbrews to the Theater door, and listened carefully to figure out if it was safe to enter. Nothing. I opened the door carefully, and quickly found out how good the soundproofing was. There was yelling, and the sounds of splintering wood and broken furniture, and howls of delight and pain. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 2

“Pour another round. And remember. . . “ “Yes.” “Don’t get any on your hands.” Mikhel looked dead serious. I wasn’t sure what was in this Jägerbrew stuff, but after carefully filling the metal cups for the second round, I grabbed a pair of rubber gloves I use while cleaning, and pulled them on. Better […]

Old Dog, New Tricks

I admit that I can be set in my ways. My father was a Marine, and I spent a lot of childhood during the ’50s and ’60s in the American south, so I had a conservative upbringing, which I got over when I grew up. When I got interested in kink and open relationships, both […]