Do you believe in life after love?

Below the Peach Tree

A child is born, swaddled in fur and kindness

I, Trust

Shadows slide over the earth, leaving and returning and leaving and descending

Julius Caesar

Brutus is the tragic hero of that play. It isn’t Caesar, ‘cause he dies


Do you know that feeling that swells up in your chest, and it kind of feels like gas, but it’s an emotional gas

In Their Small Faces

she would do all she could so that her little coterie of sons would be always, always surrounded by fun, forever alive and ceaselessly in motion

Pompeii Again

unattainable the head but / how important a high / hungry sleep

Solipsism, for two

I want to ask you what your water tastes like today: / set my watch to the rising of the sun

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