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Lombard and Monroe He still opens her door.Tells her he loves herat the end of each telephone conversation.She notoriously sleeps in his sh..

The Scent of a Woman A charade of pretense failed to obliterate his memoryWhat was there to dobut conjure up the scent of a manwho wore tail..

My Religion He is my religion the only release I need he is joy I cannot contain the mellifluous sound of falling rain… the ..

Arpeggios of Lost Afternoons Another morning of breakfast in bed, you drink the barenessfrom mysun dressed shoulders dissecting the preface t..

Blue Monday Morning breaks like hard rain white and shivering a winter sky gives contrast to a flock of gulls, spiraling downward in an ..

The Schooling of Senses photography by Stefan Beutler He requires little sleep… Coffee with cream, two sugars and me barely d..

...I thank God for days like these

_________ We are told when we are young, that from the moment we are born no one will be as instrumental in our lives, or love us as long or u..

...a heady delight