FREE LOVE LETTERS

In the beginning there was a kind of blindness. In the end I was staring at wreckage. In between there…

Ode to the checkout chick

I know I’m not the first single, middle aged guy to be smitten by the shopgirl thing – and I’m…

Your walk. The hypnotic sway of it. The quiet way you dance, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to anything but the…

Of course I lashed out at you. It’s what injured people do. Defend the ground they think is theirs. Blame…

Sometimes, just the thought of your name tears strips off me. Or a line in a song. The scent of…

You are so beautiful I can barely look at you. I am literally physically affected. Deep stirring occurs – lust…

In my fantasy this is how it goes: I post this and somehow you read it – and of course…

Truth be told, you would be better advised not to be so friendly, not to sit so close, not to…

Solstice. Winter. The darkness in its pomp. The daylight shivering. So far from you. Wanting so much to lie upon…

I was dizzy in your wake – shaken to the bone by your approach – drunk in the advent of…