A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain
Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my...
Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my...
Seeing comes before words. The child looks and recognizes before it can speak. But there is also...
I once knew a young suicide. I cannot remember what disappointment in love it was which induced...
Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old...
A good mix should take you on a journey, ideally not down familiar roads. This is that kind of...
Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to...
The things she catches Doug-firs doing, over the course of these years, fill her with joy. When...
One mid-morning in early December, with no thought of love or stories, I was sitting in the...
But it was spring. Even the lion licked the lioness’s smooth forehead. Both animals blond. The...
Have you got a biro I can borrow? I’d like to write your name On the palm of my hand, on the walls...
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far...
And once she lay over against me late in the night and she started talking, her breath in my ear,...