My part of the world is bathed in a welter of autumn sunshine this morning. The earth is still damp from the early dew that will shortly evaporate; a...
She took my picture in the shower when I was twenty one. She showed it in a gallery. Her friends admired me on the wall till I was twenty five. Then...
Fiacre gets off his bike and leans on it to watch the beginning of another day, the making of a morning. Not the slightest, quietest breeze rises to...