two steps backwards

dear editor I want to write to you about two things. One is that I have this feeling which I thought I had lost for ever, and I have not felt since the 2002 events. It is the feeling of possibilities. It smells like crimson red velvet seats in an old...

I saw your photograph yesterday and realised it was you, I remembered your friday visits and fragility, and how you called me your friend and the pain in your eyes and my answer. I am really sorry I couldn’t give what you asked of me.  I hope the...

when I’m not lamenting about my Desire Profane, and did I lament when I last wrote, I climb- I like climbing, I thought it was just a phase but I seem to like it. I get to high spots. The possibility of flying is what exists in high places and also I...

My heart is a million pieces, like the Leipzig candles, like the million women rise marches and like the million little wishes I made last night. I cry from the depths of my doggy heart and I look at my tears crystallize and eat them like ice rocks....