I removed "Summer #4" and "The Keeper Exchange" is being rebuilt
from the ground up. It'll be up again soon. Meanwhile,here's
something new. Incidentally,LULLABY HEARSE #2 is out,featuring a
very talented group of authors,artists and poets. Somehow, one of
my poems is included. Look for the website on Google-it's a print
magazine,very nicely done. I'm not sure what to rate this,so it'll
be R because I was trying for eroticism rather than pornography,
and I'm not sure I succeeded. I'm a total Hagrid/Sprout shipper
HOODOO
By Ed Cowell
Hagrid traced his finger down the windowpane,opening a trench in
the steamy greenhouse window. It had been pouring rain since the
middle of last night. He remembered the first thunderclap because
of what he and Sprout had been doing in the bed of orchids when
it shook the windows. Afterward,in each others' arms,they listened
to the sound of the summer shower pattering against the glass.
He only left her to pass the wine they'd drunk out of his system.
Now, he stood there, at the window, massive and naked, the scent
of Addie Sprout on his fingertips.The clouds in the sky hung down,
as if they were about to burst.
They'd been caught in the downpour last night; the rain was a
relief; it had been a hot day, full of sweat and long drinks of
water.. Of course, the night had like that,too,only they had
wine instead of water. The things they'd done had not been fueled
by alcohol,though. Between spilled boxes of dirt and broken
tables, they tried to explain their mutual attraction. It got lost
in all the kissing,translated in their entangled limbs.
She was awake when he came back.
She lay on her side,reading a thick book.
sitting under one of the trees near the pumpkin patch. She held a book in her hands,and looked quite entranced. He silenced Fang with a "Shhhh." The faithful dog obeyed. He wondered if Sprout would realize he was there. Of course, it would be hard not to,as his shadow would blot out her natural illumination.
"Hagrid," she said. He eased himself down beside her.
He could smell her skin; she smelled like flowers with a hint of
fresh dirt and sweat. She had tasted of them, too.
"Mornin',Sprout," he said,as softly as he could. Even his gentlest
tone sounded like the earth rumbling. "What're ye readin'?"
"E.E. Cummings," she said,slightly trembling. "I'm fond of his
poetry."
"Could yeh-" he paused so long that she looked up from the book.
"Could yeh read some t'me?"
She looked down at the book.
"Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost
with quivering continual thighs invite
the thrilling rain the slender paramour
to toy with thy extraordinary lust,
(the sinuous rain which rising from thy bed
steals to his wife the sky and hour by hour
wholly renews her pale flesh with delight)
-immortally whence are the high gods fled?
Speak elm eloquent pandar with thy nod
significant to the ecstatic earth
in token of his coming whom her soul
burns to...embrace..."
She whispered the last line,and the book fell from her grasp.
She moved to retrieve it,but Hagrid gently stopped her. "Later,"
he said. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
-She had bared her soul to him,told him about the man she married, who did things to
her that rendered her incapable of having children. Holding her
against him in the darkness, she realized he was crying. Gentle
Hagrid, such a sensitive soul. He could not comprehend such cruelty
"'Specially to you," he said.and that was it for her; this huge
hairy giant,who loved animals and children would never think of
hurting her.
He shuddered; she turned over to look at him.
The moon made his tears look like jewels.
She kissed them off of his face.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her again.
She buried her face in the thick,dark hair that covered his chest
and stomach,a wide rack of muscle, sucking his nipples when her
fingertips found them. He was trying to be gentle, terribly aware
of his size, in more ways than one. She found that he was quite
well endowed, though not so much he might wound her-
She touched the scar tissue on his shoulder.
"Did I do this one?"
"Dragon," he said. "Got too close."
"Ah. Was it a big dragon?"
"Enormous. Bit me...when'd it happen? I can't remember."
She rested her head on his chest.
"Y'got a scar," he said.
"No,I don't."
"Yeh do."
"I don't."
"On yer back."
She sat up. "Where?"
His fingertips searched her back. "Right...'ere...oh,wait..."
"That's a birthmark," she said,with a laugh. She started-
"Wait," he said. Then he sat up,and eased her onto her stomach.
As he massaged her back,he said "Never done this before."
"Don't stop," she said.
He only did when he realized she was asleep again.
By that time,the rain had stopped.
He got dressed and went outside. The mud pulled at his boots
as he walked back to the hut. He decided to make some tea; Addie
might want some when she woke up.
Fang greeted him at the door. He went inside,and closed the door.
He came back out,chewing on a rock cake.
Addie was coming out of the greenhouse.
"Well," he said,"Maybe it'll clear-"
He tripped; she ran to him as he fell.
"I'm all righ'," he said. He looked over at the spot where he'd
tripped. There was a lump sticking out of the mud. He leaned
over,reached out to touch it-
then he realized what it was and jerked his hand away.
"What is it,Hagrid?"
When he didn't answer,she walked over,saw what Hagrid had found,
and gasped.
It was a human skull.
from the ground up. It'll be up again soon. Meanwhile,here's
something new. Incidentally,LULLABY HEARSE #2 is out,featuring a
very talented group of authors,artists and poets. Somehow, one of
my poems is included. Look for the website on Google-it's a print
magazine,very nicely done. I'm not sure what to rate this,so it'll
be R because I was trying for eroticism rather than pornography,
and I'm not sure I succeeded. I'm a total Hagrid/Sprout shipper
HOODOO
By Ed Cowell
Hagrid traced his finger down the windowpane,opening a trench in
the steamy greenhouse window. It had been pouring rain since the
middle of last night. He remembered the first thunderclap because
of what he and Sprout had been doing in the bed of orchids when
it shook the windows. Afterward,in each others' arms,they listened
to the sound of the summer shower pattering against the glass.
He only left her to pass the wine they'd drunk out of his system.
Now, he stood there, at the window, massive and naked, the scent
of Addie Sprout on his fingertips.The clouds in the sky hung down,
as if they were about to burst.
They'd been caught in the downpour last night; the rain was a
relief; it had been a hot day, full of sweat and long drinks of
water.. Of course, the night had like that,too,only they had
wine instead of water. The things they'd done had not been fueled
by alcohol,though. Between spilled boxes of dirt and broken
tables, they tried to explain their mutual attraction. It got lost
in all the kissing,translated in their entangled limbs.
She was awake when he came back.
She lay on her side,reading a thick book.
sitting under one of the trees near the pumpkin patch. She held a book in her hands,and looked quite entranced. He silenced Fang with a "Shhhh." The faithful dog obeyed. He wondered if Sprout would realize he was there. Of course, it would be hard not to,as his shadow would blot out her natural illumination.
"Hagrid," she said. He eased himself down beside her.
He could smell her skin; she smelled like flowers with a hint of
fresh dirt and sweat. She had tasted of them, too.
"Mornin',Sprout," he said,as softly as he could. Even his gentlest
tone sounded like the earth rumbling. "What're ye readin'?"
"E.E. Cummings," she said,slightly trembling. "I'm fond of his
poetry."
"Could yeh-" he paused so long that she looked up from the book.
"Could yeh read some t'me?"
She looked down at the book.
"Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost
with quivering continual thighs invite
the thrilling rain the slender paramour
to toy with thy extraordinary lust,
(the sinuous rain which rising from thy bed
steals to his wife the sky and hour by hour
wholly renews her pale flesh with delight)
-immortally whence are the high gods fled?
Speak elm eloquent pandar with thy nod
significant to the ecstatic earth
in token of his coming whom her soul
burns to...embrace..."
She whispered the last line,and the book fell from her grasp.
She moved to retrieve it,but Hagrid gently stopped her. "Later,"
he said. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
-She had bared her soul to him,told him about the man she married, who did things to
her that rendered her incapable of having children. Holding her
against him in the darkness, she realized he was crying. Gentle
Hagrid, such a sensitive soul. He could not comprehend such cruelty
"'Specially to you," he said.and that was it for her; this huge
hairy giant,who loved animals and children would never think of
hurting her.
He shuddered; she turned over to look at him.
The moon made his tears look like jewels.
She kissed them off of his face.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her again.
She buried her face in the thick,dark hair that covered his chest
and stomach,a wide rack of muscle, sucking his nipples when her
fingertips found them. He was trying to be gentle, terribly aware
of his size, in more ways than one. She found that he was quite
well endowed, though not so much he might wound her-
She touched the scar tissue on his shoulder.
"Did I do this one?"
"Dragon," he said. "Got too close."
"Ah. Was it a big dragon?"
"Enormous. Bit me...when'd it happen? I can't remember."
She rested her head on his chest.
"Y'got a scar," he said.
"No,I don't."
"Yeh do."
"I don't."
"On yer back."
She sat up. "Where?"
His fingertips searched her back. "Right...'ere...oh,wait..."
"That's a birthmark," she said,with a laugh. She started-
"Wait," he said. Then he sat up,and eased her onto her stomach.
As he massaged her back,he said "Never done this before."
"Don't stop," she said.
He only did when he realized she was asleep again.
By that time,the rain had stopped.
He got dressed and went outside. The mud pulled at his boots
as he walked back to the hut. He decided to make some tea; Addie
might want some when she woke up.
Fang greeted him at the door. He went inside,and closed the door.
He came back out,chewing on a rock cake.
Addie was coming out of the greenhouse.
"Well," he said,"Maybe it'll clear-"
He tripped; she ran to him as he fell.
"I'm all righ'," he said. He looked over at the spot where he'd
tripped. There was a lump sticking out of the mud. He leaned
over,reached out to touch it-
then he realized what it was and jerked his hand away.
"What is it,Hagrid?"
When he didn't answer,she walked over,saw what Hagrid had found,
and gasped.
It was a human skull.