FREE LOVE LETTERS

You/not you. I/not I. Outlines of a sketchily remembered tryst. Me on the dancefloor. You on the tennis court. A…

A surprising NYE café encounter

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” the voice said, speaking without judgement. Yes, she was. The waitress. Young and perfect. Full in…

In your presence I know who I am; not because you wield magic but because you give me permission. You…

If forced to say it aloud, I would say that I did not need you. Did not love you. Nor…

We met at a café and got talking. Then, as one long black turned into another, your story came out.…

The bells may not have rung for us, yet you will chime in my memory, like a wave beneath my…

Time and separation make little difference. You are burnt into me. What looks like perfect skin to others is the…

Some things are known before they are known. Like winter; and the logic of its freeze. I felt her retreat…

Nothing is owned. All is given. Or taken. The look in your eyes last night said as much. You once…

So here we are on the brink of remembering. Serene progress interrupted. The flutter of ancient butterflies. The nausea of…