There are people who get it and people who don’t. I suppose I always got it, but I’m afraid you won’t. I can teach. And teach. And teach. But at the end, I am only a student staring at last year’s lesson plan. There is truth inside some words and truth inside your heart, so once I tried […]
Writing
New Orleans
New Orleans is a city of retired transients. A home for those with a someplace else, but no desire to return. We are tired socialites who abandoned the minty repose of Georgia afternoons. We are carpenters with gnarled knuckles who now spend our days building plaster replicas of the furnishings from a kingdom that lost […]
The Animal
He is an animal. Quiet. Careful. Watchful. And then…ferocious. Imposing his will on an instinct and a whim. His is a performance of exquisite extremes. A masterful balance of need and desire. Of proportion and excess. Of target and torment. Beware the Duke. This is his empire, and he does not flinch. She WILL win, and […]
War Paint
I wear the war paint of a thousand generations etched in the lines of my face and caked in the crevices of my soul.
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