The Wingchair Traveller

The party pad is holding things together well. Richard sees me and screams, “The sculptor is here! Woot woot!”  He calls me “the sculptor” e...

come and go with me out of me  and along the bank of catch and release searching the searchlight amongst this swallow of sound in fact and ...

Bright lights from the villa lie reaching across the hills like tendrils as I approach from below. Voices heard, a rippling of laughter...

“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, tha...

  Bright Star Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the ni...

"I've found my line-from now on this comes first.  This is my immediate duty-without this I am nothing." "Gatsby believ...

letter from a narcissist To My own dear My mirror My second self If only you had known How much I wanted to be able to ...