-- By Subject
08/01/2007 - 12:57pm My love was born at my mother’s breast and in
my father’s strong arms. It was a sucking, insatiable, infantile love. I...
07/08/2006 - 12:08pm
the night was bending and turning and lonely
we were tossed in our sheets by our dreams
i heard a...
07/05/2006 - 11:04am There is no kind of loneliness more lonely than
when no one in the world knows who you are. When there is no one waiting...
01/11/2006 - 9:02pm Sometimes I forget everything I know about her
hands. In those times, they seem like exotic creatures, two delicate spider...
02/07/2005 - 7:44am What children bring to the table is pure love, like a fifty pound nugget of gold a yokel hefts onto the bar in full...
10/09/2004 - 2:12pm Jeanene and I went away together this week because we were feeling disconnected from each other. We are living in the...
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