An ex-girlfriend of mine turns 28 tomorrow. I have spent the last few weeks writing her a sonnet, to the surprise and consternation of the friends with whom I have discussed it. Continue reading
Archive for the Love letters Category
Faded Lovers, Arcane Gods
Posted in Love letters with tags Letters to a Young Poet, Low Rider, Rainer Maria Rilke, Silver Surfer on October 17, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Your Voice is a Caress Most Definite
Posted in Love letters, poetry, sonnet with tags Petrarchan sonnet, sonnet on October 3, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Your voice is a caress most definite
On velvet footfalls your words descend
The vertiginous staircase within my head
To take up mysterious residence Continue reading
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Twisted Valentine
Posted in Love letters, poetry, sonnet with tags love, piercings, Shakespearean sonnet, sonnet, tattoos on February 14, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Tattoos and piercings lodged in the weave of her becoming
A pale flame that undulates from my hips towards the ceiling
She feels like mine but is held within the darkness’ grip
Its heavy fingers printed in the slats between her ribs Continue reading
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You Rang Me Like A Bell
Posted in Love letters, poetry with tags beauty, poetry on January 22, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
You rang me like a bell.
I lie on my back with the night pressed against my face
And the images resonate one after another –
Lying propped on your elbow in the eddies of the sheets
Looking at your bare ass as you’re bent over packing your suitcase
Prowling the footpath beside me with high-heeled precision
Reaching up inside you toward the depths of where you dream
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Her Absence
Posted in Love letters, poetry, Pornography with tags August Ames, poetry on April 19, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Her absence
luscious and pendulous
rhythmic and sussurant
respires beside me in the darkness Continue reading
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The Most Beautiful Girl in the World and the Crime She Committed Against Her Own Face
Posted in Love letters with tags Cormac McCarthy, Ellsworth Kelly, Leonardo Da Vinci, Merzouga, Sahara desert, Stendhal Syndrome, Zagora on January 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
We met at the gym. I can remember the handful of occasions I had seen her before we spoke, before she flowed inside the parameters of her name. Continue reading
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Wonder Woman Should Join the Lingerie Football League
Posted in Journalism, Love letters, Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men, Ridiculous curiosity with tags ball gag, bondage, facebook, homophobia, Lingerie Football League, Matt Samartzis, NFL, The Atlhttp://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2014/11/wonder-womans-kinky-feminist-roots/380788/antic online, William Marston, Wonder Woman on January 27, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
I have come late to the Lingerie Football League. Like most things of this nature, it appeared on my Facebook feed courtesy of my good friend and arbiter of all things that ride the cutting edge of bad taste, Matt Samartzis. Continue reading
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Lisa Ann Has Hips Like a Cello
Posted in Fiction, Love letters, Pornography with tags Lisa Ann on December 7, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle
Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)
Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags Gerald Manley Hopkins, Hafiz, Humpty Dumpty, Richard Wagner, Tristan and Isolde on December 3, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle
Epilogue
“Forget everything anybody says or does; everything is a cry, please love me.”
-Hafiz,
Sufi poet. Continue reading
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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)
Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags 21, A Perfect Circle, Adele, Blade Runner, Diary of a Madman, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Love Song, Maynard james Keenan, mobius strip, Monaro, Ozzy Osbourne, Rachael, Replicant, Rick Deckard, Someone Like You, The Cure on December 3, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle
12: The Heart of the Problem
“I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me, it isn’t over…”
-Adele,
Someone Like You
I’ve been driving around in the yellow Monaro with Adele blaring from the stereo (not very rock and roll). Continue reading
