Dreaming strange goodbyes with no resolution.
Cher Jean-Marc (mai 1988)
Letter to a lost lover. Number 3. May 1988.
Cher Jean-Marc
Letter to Jean-Marc (Number 2). March 1988
Pictures at an Exhibition
An exploration of much loved images, family connections and memories.
Words Fail
Flan and Flash Fiction.
Dear Me: Get Out Of My Way
Dear Me, I don’t want to do what I don’t want to do. But I do. I know. It’s called responsibility. It’s called adulthood. Sometimes, it’s called survival. But if I only do what I don’t want to do, I’m tired and I’m cranky; my imagination stalls and my hopelessness fills out its contours all […]
Notes on the Times
On moving, on thinking, on perspectives for our times.
How Old is Too Old?
Are we ever too old to start over?
Guy Talk
Guys and cars. Foreign language, if you ask me…
The Itch
London. San Francisco. Paris, of course. Mentions of Melbourne, moments in Mexico, photographs of Phoenix. Even if I never leave my little burg (of several million), I’m inclined to play the part of an armchair voyager, bound for locales that I’d like to visit, and others where I’ve lived and I dream of returning. And […]