You hate to admit nothing cosmic has happened today. No alien race of Amazon women crash-landed in your backyard like in your 13-year-old dream.Your t..
Outside a Union-Pacific locomotive of poets I dream, a jump-cut sequence compressed and stored from old Westerns: an overhead shotof bandits riding in..
Her full weight balances gracefully on my nervousknee. I remember perfectly that motionless pullher aroma offered, her hair draws me in a quiettrance ..