Blazing
Only the blazing matters, the stoking of the fire, the crackling so fierce and sundry, its defiant start, that moment […]
Only the blazing matters, the stoking of the fire, the crackling so fierce and sundry, its defiant start, that moment […]
Brother, I rest on yr arm. and the leaves do not rustle, the shadow of hawk or vulture passes noiseless
I wish I had not forgotten my camera the day Kristina Michelle was christened a clear day in mid-February pure
Incongruous consolation of being at the window, grass sterilized by frost scraps of metal, wheels, handlebars, cylinders, entire cars, what
At La Dolce Vita, in the village, the gnocchi lifts itself off the fork, floats like a cloud in your
Paris is far, so is Rodin’s Secret, those lovers’ hands that caress one another without touching, and still touching is