Ii am waiting for her to begin to sing my throat throbs around a fluttering heart i cannot breathe…from far away i hear a gurgle shuffle through the silence he is playing with the voice recorder i left discreetly by his side he is…May 21, 2016May 21, 2016
Itom on a bench by the sea - that’s all there is to this story.the slope was stone, the sea below, the bench perched on the slope, a floating gazebo. we or he sat long after everyone else had left and…Oct 26, 2015Oct 26, 2015