June 22, 2013June 22, 2013 Last time we went swimming, the sea hugged you as though you were responsible for keeping it blue. Continue reading →
June 12, 2013June 13, 2013 The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together… Continue reading →
June 9, 2013June 9, 2013 The record store was a place of escape. It was a library and a clubhouse. Continue reading →
June 9, 2013 Creamy and leggy, with the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Continue reading →
June 8, 2013 The last eight times I told you I loved you, they sounded like apologies. Continue reading →