Verse – Sex When Pregnant


as your body
changes my dear
month by month by
month you become
more and more
eager more
often to be held
and touched and told
how happy i am you are
losing your girlish figure and
becoming rounder and rounder
as the new life grows within you
surprising us in spite of all we
have seen in many women
being mothers around
the round world for
years and years
and centuries
because for
us it is new
and quite

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, March 25, 2014


Uncertain, listening for cues, she gives

One-word responses…can’t tell jokes. But then

after gin and nonsense, alone, she talks

for hours of the boys, teenagers, men

she has had sex with–more than she can count

or remember. She doesn’t know just why

she slept with them except they seemed to want

to. But the abortions…each one is clear

in her mind…each dead perhaps child. Now more

than anything she wants a live baby.

Her job is okay, frustrating, but half

challenging. There and everywhere she hides

her beauty, camouflages hair, breasts, eyes,

to slip unseen…maybe make a new life.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, September 21, 2013, soon to appear as the speaker at Tuesday Dialogues October 1, 2013 at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN.

A Beautiful Woman

Mary Magdalene

Mary Magdalene

“Not a Limerick”

A beautiful woman named Honey
Told jokes with a countenance sunny.
The punch lines were bold,
and the jokes were well told,
but since not about sex were not funny.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, May 15, 2013

NOTE: Views from the Edge added Mary Magdalene to the post.


Steve Shoemaker sent this in March with a note “Don’t blog this. Someone might think this actually happened….”  I can see why. He later recanted. I don’t know why. Must have happened to another guy.

This week Steve and Nadja are in Chicago celebrating their 47th Wedding Anniversary. Seemed a good time to publish this unpublished piece in honor of their wonderful relationship.


We had been married less than seven days, when we met them at the resort.

“Your wife and mine are twins,” he said, “nice smile, same size, dark hair in pony tails, green eyes…”

His wife added they had twin boys, age two, back home, New York…  We went with them to their small house (the World’s Fair was the draw).  Sex was his theme at every step:  jokes, puns, inuendoes…

In their guest bed we snuggled front to back, and whispered, “What a jerk!” but soon began the oldest dance.

Those times were so far back we had not lived together.  Orgasm for her was new and almost painful.  Groans

were held in so we would not wake the twins…