Many times he tried describing their curves. The task was monumental, too captivating. Photos only hinted. Words suggested. Even actions–painting, stroking, feeling, breathing–fell short. What would capture the essence? He never tried loving them, until glaucoma took his eyes. Memory suffused meaning. And love–that came. In time.
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She discovered the note in his jacket on route to the dry cleaners. The week before they had camped in Wautseka under the stars, made love as tendrils of night tickled their skin. They had dogs, for God’s sake! Divorce would have lasted as long as her trial. Murder one.
Where was I? Leaving some of you panting with curiosity, or possibly just thirsting for a strong ipecac. Ewwww! Love! He’s in love! What’s next, a save the rainforest crusade? Essays on the Free Trade coffee movement that will save mankind? Why not just an all-”Hello Kitty” Fringecast to top off the nausea? But you [...]
I fell in love in New York. Not with New York, though I do have the makings of a small affair already with that city that I may need to break off before Los Angeles finds out and kicks me out of the house. Please don’t tell her–it’d break her heart. No. I fell in [...]
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Whoa. Two days without posting anything! I feel bad, and I have no excuse. I owe you all a rundown of my weekend on the East Coast, which was a blast. I hope to have that up by tomorrow. Honest and true. I sort of got sucked into another project that has kept me busy, [...]
Night sits in His chair next to mine, and we argue over the nature of morality. He believes in one Absolute. I believe in two. He makes a strong case. But I’ve seen both Night and Day. Could I possibly choose? Silence swam with me the day I was in the river. When She talked, [...]
Not interested, but I’ll leave my comments snark-free for those who love this sort of thing… Jeremy Irons is an enigmatic figure, but he’s got comic timing. For the winner of Best Live Action Short: I hope she drinks Guinness. Dude for Ryan is INTENSE! I’m kind of scared by Lorenzo Lamas look-alikes anyway, but [...]