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There’s only one park bench when you turn that corner from that train station, reading ROMA OSTIA LIDO, announcing first w..

Doli agreed with me about the pleasure, though twisted, to be found in action-less love, through the act of loving, not taking measure, not..

That beaten-down sound of that bird outside my window, that one just outside my door, that one that sounds half alive, but just barely..

The girl with the light eyes said, “I would never have the courage to marry another woman.” She’s staring at me in awe..

I spend a lot of time walking. I’ve got no particular place to go, but still I walk pass the people who look nothing like m..

The conversation had started long before the solitary lamp-post began to cast the familiar amber light, prompting both shadows and people to eme..

She tries not to wonder anymore whether or not the color of the water will ever change. For today it is decidedly a murky green. Murky, she think..

Location: Cambridge, Massachusetts. I find Harvard Square bathed in crimson red by its cobblestoned streets and rather pre..

To the woman who short-changed me when I bought that expensive piece of jewelry and then accused me of lying. Please, understand that..

Sunbeams creating layers of warmth on skin against grass green meadow. Little children catching butterflies with lidless jars and nets. ..