Archive for the ‘Essays, Poetry and Prose’ Category

Kestrel

Posted: 30th June 2005 by Lee Harrington in Essays, Poetry and Prose

I lay you out I lay me out before you heart in one hand and a bottle of Merlot in the other Stretched out before me I take away your sight take away your breath take away your dignity and then slip it back sip it back drop by drop from my glass Offered out [...]

I am torn between running and staying fighting and fleeing and passing out in exhaustion I am a lonely creature working a thousand hours a day for things I could care less about and what things give me joy I can not seem to make into the reality I was promised I am going deaf [...]

moments of clarity

Posted: 2nd March 2005 by Lee Harrington in Essays, Poetry and Prose

As I slip on faded tight jeans that hug my ass so perfectly and run a hand over my bald scalp I stared down at a perfect circle and remembered soap suds still clinging to my finger tips and the smell of the future in the air

Bondage for Bondage Sake

Posted: 5th January 2005 by Lee Harrington in Essays, Poetry and Prose, Journal, Sutras of Soul

Bondage for Bondage Sake by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington As I sit next to his bound form I close my eyes and can hear every shortened breath straining against the ropes.  His chest tied tight, wrists bound behind his back, and his paired ankles pulled up to the back of his shinju in a tight hogtie.  [...]

2nd Equus Eroticus Article

Posted: 28th July 2004 by Lee Harrington in Essays, Poetry and Prose, Journal

Has just been sent to Paul at Equus Eroticus. Here’s the sneak preview for my firends list. Equus Eroticus and Playboy Sexcetera shoot By Bridgett Harrington, aka Lady Beautiful ponies, skilled handlers, stunning tack and a trip to Dairy Queen in full pony regalia… what more could one want from a weekend in West Virginia? [...]

1st EE Article

Posted: 27th July 2004 by Lee Harrington in Essays, Poetry and Prose, Journal

3 of us are writing about LR, so I decided just to write a vignette. It isn’t public because Paul has first-publication rights for the article… but I wanted feedback. Changes can be made as late as Friday if need be… Playing in the Rain : A Vignette from the eyes of a pony- Leather [...]

*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs* by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington across a dream crossed by screams I call for you to ride away from your complacency Ride the waterways of my body My veins Your hands stern but soft would row the way Along my valley Waters Lakes Streams Past the rapids of my [...]