I can't speak for the ladies, of course, but I have a feeling their ovaries would tingle. Or some other organ women have that men don't.


My sac tingled too. Your poetry never gets stale, Phoenix. It's like you're standing at the well of knowledge with the rest of humanity but only you had the foresight to bring a bucket.

The hallmark of a good poem is if it makes you sac tingle. Mine totally did too. How are Jane and Troubadour supposed to know if a poem is good? What tingles on them?

Lost within the human race?! You freak me out and make my sac tingle.

Angry little man. I love the title especially. And the words 'feral blaze' which call to mind a host of unholy images.