Posted on September 18, 2015September 19, 2015even if it’s nothing… I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real. — Laura Whitcomb —
Posted on January 17, 2014February 1, 2014where do we go from here… . . . because right now, this pleases me. Deeply.
Posted on January 30, 2013inside outside… If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains. — Charles Bukowski —
Posted on December 16, 2012here again… You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. – Homer, The Iliad –