HOW COLD THE MOON. $neak. Here I wait, enclosed by night, searching for a satellite. A single star, a million more. A silver thread across the floor...
STALK ON. sneak My tedious existence - was boring, safe and clean. So I advertised for stalkers - in a contact magazine. I requested any gender. With...
For Paul. 1968 - 1986 ARMS AROUND A DREAM. The cruelty of daydreams, served with melting sun. You never saw the winter. Life had just begun. Candles...