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The afternoon light

  The afternoon light on the resting skin of your belly as we lie afterward and talk is the first sunlight that has reached me in weeks.

  • When the Magic Dies
      The most awful thing of all is when the magic dies, or rather hides itself from our adulting eyes unlike when we were kids and, thinking l...
  • Action Hero
      Life would be so simple if you were taken by terrorists or some other faceless band. I wouldn’t have to wonder where to stand or should I ...
  • The Flickering Screen
      Each day plays out on a flickering screen the same images cycling  the same characters and scenes cycling  and you can never change the ch...