for JLR
I remember you well,your love and your pain.Your warrior’s heart.Your woman’s eyes.Your ecumenical…
I once had an imaginary friendHis name was Rumpelstiltskin and he looked like QuasimodoBut it didn’t matter to mebecause…
I never write for an audience, but I sometimes wonder what goes on in the minds of my readers.
A time to cast away stones…
