Category Archives: Woman
We are sometimes so small, me especially. About small things. We get miffed because somebody asks us to do something and we are distracted from what we’re pretending to think about even if what we’re thinking about is banal an … Continue reading
Rum is a sweet sip. My companion is sweetness. I am so lucky.
She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading
Would I know your face now? I like to think I would, but memory is an often tricky thing; I’ve known it to add and to subtract. What I know as true may not be; where I’ve been may not … Continue reading