We’ve never conceived anything poetic together but we do love to sperm and egg each other on.   Post composing, we repose on net. A safe house after committing transgressions on clean sheets of paper or on-line equivalent.   Virgin ‘vellum’ is ravished, re-ravished, used, bruised, routinely refused – but neither of us lacks gall. […]

Catchy slogan, that one. Caught me. I had thought death a mere metaphor or, at worst, result of botched interaction with local mafia but, upon arrival in that beautiful and infamous southern Italian city, developed a small cough.   I coughed in the B&B when I should have slept, coughed over cornetti and morning espresso, […]