VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees

THE POSTMORTEM Your doom and your disappearanceare but two of death’s deceptions. You won’t ride with the Valkyries or be served by any houris. Don’t expect balance and feather, an accounting in a ledger, an inquisition by angels, the companionship of sages. You’ll have no Hell/karma/Heaven —judgment’s privileged to the living. Your remains are genesContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees

BLOOM’S KAMA SUTRA, new edition To the garden of harlots I pilgrimage again. “Hey, Bud.” The rival queens of the bed compete for attention and agency. “Pick me, pick me.” Their perfumes, their costume hyperbole, all tended for effect. Their gloss and glitter lipstick, their soft and tender feel. “I bet you came to sniffContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”