Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 360

    What is now obvious to me, and I suspect to you as well, is that there is a kind of love that transcends the usual bounds – that has nothing to do with possession or control, and does not sit within the cutesy little ring fence of chocolate box romance. Indeed, it is a form…

  • Love letter # 347

    Rarely does it take more than a splinter of memory. A nuance of light. A scent on the breeze. Just a beat and I’m there with you; and once again it is obvious how I got here. You were so beautiful I had to look away. Had to leave the room. Because I knew right…

  • Love letter # 1025

    I know you have another lover now. I saw you with him last night. And then I saw the look in your eyes.

  • Love letter # 511

    The world may well decree, logic might dictate, reason will surely give pause – but what do we care about that right now? This could be little more than a moment, a flickering light in a sea of grey. We know this – but today, tonight, it is our light. Not because we own it…

  • Love letter # 434

    I understand that you have been expecting me to get back in touch. Our catch-up last week was such great fun. We got along so well. We connected. Or so it was meant to appear. For a few minutes – and only for a few – your fawning, ego stroking act was working. It almost…

  • Watch our award winning ‘meta’ romance!

    Watch our award winning ‘meta’ romance!

    TWO is an award winning ‘meta’ romance; where the post-modern boy/girl thing suddenly gets very real and the rules of engagement change forever. Love may well be a game – until you get hurt. Because one & one will always make two. Shot in around St Kilda in 2010, this minimalist 53 minute romance was…

  • Love letter # 451

    I am sending you this with some reservation; not because I harbour any shame but because I realise that the culture of suspicion we currently live in does not really encourage us to express ourselves in this fashion. Especially one as old as me to one so young as you. However, I am not writing…

  • Love letter # 498

    Though I may have behaved badly, please do not doubt my love – or at least my honest belief that this is what this feeling is. I am flawed. I get angry and jealous and can be petty, insecure and controlling. All these things were in me before you came along – perhaps they will…

  • Love letter # 364

    Forgive me, but there is a dreadful song that reminds me of us. It was a summer hit back when lust and opportunism threw us into bed and into our brief, optimistic affair. But hey, we were kids and hormones and hope were enough to obscure what we always knew to be true – that…

  • Love letter # 480

    You are beautiful in a way that defies all but the most animal logic. Much as I might try to arm myself against your pulchritude with reason or politically correct sensibility, your light shines right through the million cracks in my ridiculous defence. Even my hard earned trepidations about ‘falling for someone again’ are skirted…