Rickey Pittman won
Grand
Prize in the 1998 Ernest Hemingway Short Story Competition. He is originally
from Dallas, Texas. He earned a BA in New Testament Greek and an
MA in English from Abilene Christian University in Abilene, Texas. After
moving to Monroe, Louisiana, Pittman was added to the Louisiana Roster
of Artists in 1998. Working closely with regional art councils, he was
commissioned to write historical plays for Franklin and Madison parishes.
In addition to freelance journalism, editing, and non-fiction writing,
he has published short stories, poetry, and a novel,
Red
River Fever. Since 1994 Pittman has taught freshman English at
universities in Louisiana and Texas.
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Friends, Books and Strangers
Half-sister to my friend,
I gave you a ride home from
work.
You were beautiful, stunning
actually,
Very pleasant to the eyes.
Later, I heard you posed
in Playboy.
I wish I could have seen
it.
You asked me what I liked
to read.
You said, "I read erotica.
Have you heard of Anäis Nin?"
I, a seventeen-year-locust
just emerging from his grave, had not.
You placed Delta of Venus
and Little Birds in my hands.
A night later, both collections
were in my brain.
My loins stirred with the
reading,
And when I returned the
books,
You knew I knew something
about you,
And I knew that you knew
I had changed.
At a wet-T-shirt contest
our radio station sponsored,
We stood together on a tabletop,
I stood behind you, my cock
pressed into your butt,
And it swelled as the girls
flashed and stripped,
We evaluated each girl's
tits.
With my arm around your waist,
I pulled you tightly to me and
Thought of "The Woman on
the Dunes"
A story from Little Birds.
I wished we had been there,
Trapped in a crowd
Where I could lift your
skirt,
And my penis could give
"a great leap" within you,
"Gushing out its warm life,"
Fucking you like you were
a stranger.
"Friends,
Books and Strangers" Copyright © 2002 Rickey Pittman. All rights reserved.
Do not copy or post.
Linda
You were the experienced
one,
Linda,
Though younger by a year.
Me, limited
Before you
To gropes and pets
And the ache of blue balls.
I hadn't even masturbated
Before that night,
So my climax with you
Was an epiphany.
I still remember you,
Linda,
Your freckled face,
Full-blossomed body;
And the sultry whispers
Of your voice
The time we humped
Inside my mother's closet,
But several trysts later,
You vanished from town
With some rock-n-roll guy
Who sang your name.
Linda,
You never even said
Good-bye.
Everything in my life
changed when you left me,
And I began keeping score
Of who got screwed
The hardest.
Night after night,
In the back of my car,
With a picked-up girl;
Pumping hard
Into her
To forget you.
Linda.
"Linda"
Copyright © 2002 Rickey Pittman. All rights reserved. Do not copy
or post.
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