It is of course the basis of romantic love – you + me against the world. A world where there… Read more
Month: August 2015
Today I roam a dead house, a frozen kitchen, a bedroom like a gas chamber. The bed itself is an… Read more
The woman who cherished her suffering is dead. I am her descendant. I love the scar-tissue she handed on to… Read more
Sleeping, turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re… Read more