Like the fully-seasoned loin left on the kitchen counter next to the toaster/oven, you whet my appetite. I want you marinated in a sauce piquante, basted by my kisses, simmered for an hour until you’re moist and tender. I want… Read more ›
Ed looks at the photo and says, your wife is gorgeous as if she were a snazzy Rolex picked up for next to nothing on the Net. You should see her in the morning, I reply, with traces of Kubuki… Read more ›
Turn off your iphone. Come to my world. Feel the mud ooze up between your toes as we cross a soggy meadow. Learn to tell small lies that can’t be verified. Have a chance encounter with a handsome stranger in… Read more ›
She was pleased he’d brought her favorite flower, tulips. She held them like a reigning monarch and pecked him on both cheeks. He searched for traces of her former beauty and found them only in her steel-grey eyes. She’d noticed… Read more ›
You’ve already left for work when I awake, embracing the empty air and breathing in your dimestore perfume that everyone mistakes for French. “Apres l’amour” sings Aznavour the tousled sheets still bear the imprint of our bodies. I can still… Read more ›
The burly stationmaster Wiped his brow, Gazed at his pocket watch And cried out “All aboard” We were off. I couldn’t promise you A land where Clocks spun backwards And the old never wrinkled. I could only invite you to… Read more ›
Curled up like a new leaf poised to spring open, I don’t dare budge lest I find you spirited away like last night’s muddled dreams. Glued to your side, my hand pressed against the small of your back, I wait… Read more ›
Half the teachers at the Lycee Mixte in Beja were called Jean-something When his girlfriend broke with him, Jean-Pierre fell into a funk so deep, they clamped him in a stretcher and shipped him to a rest home in Toulouse.… Read more ›
The blue blue lake and snow-capped peaks literally take your breath away. Red-faced and panting, chewing on your coca leaves like a ruminating cow, you trudge along the sinuous path that climbs from the harbor to the hacienda on the… Read more ›
We combined our art as we had joined our lives, covering the bare walls with prints and paintings until the creaky house exploded with form and color, Your Frida stared intently at my Degas dancers, my fiddler winked from a… Read more ›