The episodic heart. The running dialogues in my mind, their words . . . they change. They vary from pain to understanding to my own admittance of fault. That evening A stated, “love and drama go hand in hand.” I know the guest was a female. My intuition says she arrived, and most likely arrives… [Read more…]
June 9, 2010
The story. 10pm 6/1/10 The buzzer rings unexpectedly. We had just arrived home. The doorman’s voice through the intercom echoes, “You have a guest here.” A replied hurriedly, “I’ll come down.” As I unbuttoned my dress, laying the night to bed, I questioned who had arrived. I thought a dealer as A does have an… [Read more…]
June 4, 2010
I haven’t written much and so here is the backgound to my next post. My life now a vast departure from the days of sand between my toes and wind flying through my hair as I rode my horse through untouched Puerto Rico. My surroundings now are touched, built up, the concrete schoolyard of New… [Read more…]
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June 11, 2010
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