Featured poem

Words as True as Sublime
Ye birds of the air, come listen to me
for I know how to sing. Let me tell you
in plain, you're a nice pack of dunces.
List to the harmony floating along that
cuts me deep. Come hand me my bow,
as my gray beard is bowed on my breast.
Till I let fly my arrow, be consoled as
I am, Mr. "Good Time," so often making
scrap-books in the dark. I will let you
see how to keep up the charm, or dance
and play cards. I'm born to reign very
respectfully, and beg pardon for intruding.
I know what's what, as I warble sweet
songs pirouetting far wide of the mark.
New releases

Kiss Contagion
Published: March 2026
From slave to assassin, we see what the fate of women can be in this sequel to Gudau’s Moon-eyed Girls. With dark melting eyes and red coral lip, they invite the kiss.

Aerial Jawbone
Published: April 2026
Reynolds has taken to the skies with his ladylove, Mimmie, but will she finally give in to his not-so-subtle advances, or continue to spurn him?
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Anna wonders what Reynolds could possibly see in that stuck-up Mimmie. Isn’t Anna such a sweet girl, so eager and vivacious?