On Nights

Nights without stars do not interest me. The moon knows this and so once a month she shines beyond all the stars of the night. It does not say much of me to dismiss a starless night, but it says less of the moon who thinks she must wait a month before shining her light… Continue reading On Nights

I talk about old love

I am a firm believer in love, but I think, when it comes to romance, that I am looking for someone with whom I feel a warmth between a furnace and a candle. When I imagine the kind of love I want to have today and tomorrow and twenty and sixty years from now, I… Continue reading I talk about old love