I cannot pretend that young loveis either blind or well fed,it revels in it's emaciation.As two doves that hidein the Old Oak out theback way; hunting..
Recurring Piercing BewildermentSomething was not right.It wasn't the odd angle of thecarnation stabbed throughthe blazer. It wasn't the half-smilestha..
Poetic DisillusionmentAll poets lie and have a half-finishedscreenplay hidden in the closet.There their funerals are written out in martyredtears with..
She fed me ice by hand,plopping them in one after the other.Kings Road, Forest Hill, Hong Kong.I held her close in the alleyavoiding the rats.I first ..