French Exit
Malcolm was yet in his suite. He was speaking to Susan on the phone. “Let’s eat food, for lunch,”...
Malcolm was yet in his suite. He was speaking to Susan on the phone. “Let’s eat food, for lunch,”...
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change...
Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit,...
I’ve already gone into our conversation about my bird-women. That took place a few months...
Those who plead their cause in the absence of an opponent can invent to their heart’s...
that moment our eyes met just walking down the street. there’s no emoji for it, nor an app...
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku...