There was a bee outside, clinging to the window screen. John pulled the rust colored bedroom curtains back Thursday morning and it was the first thing he saw. What did it mean? Was it dead? Was it waiting out the … Continued
“The secrets of all love are known to me Throughout the darkest night My song resounds…” I just saw Peter Murphy in concert. It was a stripped down show which a friend remarked was filled with “deep cuts.” Not the … Continued
“Magic is ours to figure out on our own,” I used to say. Fat lot of good that attitude was doing me now.