The First

Suddenly, old is new again, and I’m not sure how it happened. Like fate or kismet or some kind of coincidence that can’t be coincidental. I remember his strong hands, the arms that held me up, that pushed me down and made me feel alive when I seemed underwater, when I seemed lost in trying […]

Palms and Parking Lots

We were perfect once, in history, in memory, in photographic proof of when love was more than words and letters, more than buttons and screens. Before all of this, there was that. There was skin and lips and hot spring rain. Once, among palms and deserted parking lots, you held my hand and we pretended […]