Sleepless in Vancouver

Here I lay, so late at night,
On the couch, beneath a light.
Here I’m likely to remain,
As I listen to the rain.

I’m alone; the house is still.
Droplets splash the window sill.
Metal roof and tree leaves dripping,
‘have a book but pages flipping.

Vacant words. I’m not quite reading.
Comprehension’s not succeeding.
Refrigerator hums along –
Counterpoint to nature’s song.

Cat is curled up tail to nose
At my feet’s the place he chose.
Must be nice to relax there,
Breathing faintly, not a care.

I’ll have wasted half the night,
Waking, still, at morning light.
I’ve many things I need to do
When rain and sleepless nights are through.

But, true to my ironic fate,
I’ll work fatigued and come home late.
I’ll wait again for sleep to come
Accomp’nied by rain’s steady drum.

David Satterlee

Story: Lust in the Morning

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Lust in the Morning

A Fergus Johnson story of gender relations

It was a lazy, quiet Saturday morning. Fergus and Dorothy were sitting together on the living room couch. Dappled sunlight streamed through the large front window, promising a bright, crisp day full of vigor and potential… perhaps after lunch. He was reading the daily newspaper and she was thoroughly inspecting a small collection of pre-Christmas glossy color catalogs featuring top-of-the-line, premium merchandise.

Fergus, having just spent a few moments admiring the models in a lingerie ad on page 17, looked over fondly at Dorothy. He loved her so much. She was a good wife, a good mother, a good friend… and a good cook. He closed his eyes and indulged in