It’s the Counting Crows lyrics. Or maybe it’s not. It’s your old band shirt. Or maybe it’s not. It’s your…
The sun is already high in the sky as we leave for a barefoot hike. Our property borders a…
Erotic tale of Romance
Staring out to sea. Late afternoon. I miss you, but know where to look. In the five…
You fall asleep, curled up in my arms. Window thrown open, your lover the moon bathes us in her unearthly light — content that you are safe…
I know right away.
I can see it on herface. How calling hertalented isn’t
Late on a chilly Paris Friday afternoon in November, I ducked in a fine art gallery on a whim, on one of the many…
