I, Adeline

I, Adeline. I part her name with my heart. I stare at her star eyes beneath my eyelids. I unhook … More

Call Me by Your Name

“You’ll kill me if you stop.” -André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

Frank curled up beside the dismal tawny pellet dish so callously thrown in from star-days ago. The gangly worker’s tiny … More

Prose autore, poet of the Modernist Era, womanizer, lifelong starving Bohemian artist in Greenwich Village, and deemed “too beat” by … More

At this time of day – the time of sunrise – a stirring and rustling, a slew of bright … More

What is here? This life. This God. Creation beauty inhabiting every living and non-living soul of this planet. Dirt, ducks, … More