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What are we you and I? I mean really? What are we made of? Mostly water. Lots of Carbon. A bit of zinc. A touch of Calcium. A dash of nitrogen...

We used to live by an ancient Roman road where chalk gave way to clay then to grandfather’s fertile garden, lemon trees and vines. Now we w..

The son of the Allentown butcher will lead the way point man on the sweep today through God’s heavenly green cathedral Verdantcanopy reachin..

It must have been two in the morning both of us on the living room floor the flickering of a late late show casting shadow and light in black and w..

Are the roses in bloom in the Bois de Boulougne Wild flowers ablaze in the cool Texas dawn? Do high heels still rule on the Champs-Elysee La mod..

I saw her on the platform sitting waiting for the train the same as I remembered little changed from Soho days. We spent our days in Soho lo..

The Huntress has seen everything shined on all who ever lived. Apollo too of course by day but since Diana rules the dark she knows full well ..

Galeazzo was late He was always late leaving her sitting at a bar or coffee shop waiting. She vowed she would wait just twenty minutes no longer..

She thought Hell must be empty ‘cause all the demons were here in this dark lonely place she once thought was heaven. He was life sucking in..

“Guns don’t kill people” is what it says on bumper stickers; so I guess it’s we who drop the bombs and predator drones don&..