In the 70’s and 80’s… aging myself here … the equivalent of the internet – of this disconnected generation of digital intimacy – was actual meeting a stranger. The comfort…
I remember when I was young how tragically romantic and life altering the loss of youth and love and innocence all seemed and how the words of the Wilderness poems…
Dear Wendy, There is a place and time between between Alice and Peter you know, between Wonderland and Neverland where we can either decide to live in the past, or…
If ‘anger is love without a home’, then the truth is my love has been homeless for many years. And maybe that is why I write about love so much.…
I love how we imagine we can separate the two. For writers and artists to achieve the infinite level of detail and depth that we must, I feel there there…
Good morning … woke up at 3am and rolled over to lay with you here. Have I known you 10 years? Or more? Or forever maybe. Meet me there in…
Dear Darlin’ Once upon a time the once love of my life brought her things in a big black nylon duffel bag to the west coast to live with me.…
“I have to fall in love with the girl I am shooting …and it must be an unrequited love. it must be because it’s got to be something that you’re…
shhhhhhhh…. there is a quiet beneath the waves, just there, falling, weightless, deeper. You can hear her voice if you believe… When I was a boy I often dreamed of…
dear darlin’ is it two weeks past new years or one month til valentines? one month less a day til I wake to the faded photos in tarnished frames, to…
Pale Blue Reminders 