a married man, listens
a married man listens to his wife (and a whole lot more than she’ll...
it strikes a cord
i. the notes of her song echo across so much empty air between us...
a portrait of self?
it’s not some photo pinned in a frame which hangs by the door slowly...
the morning after
shaft of moon-beam, cold light striking cold tile floors swept clean of history (at...
and it passed
she raised her head like you raise a glass to make a toast and...
heart of the matter
we want what we see and what we reach for are such paltry things...
haunted (by the 6 of swords)
how could pixie know her brushstrokes on paper would haunt my waking hours, the...
checkout time
no one dreams when they’re young of being poor or becoming a drunk standing...