her voice caresses my moment and i snap too – shaken back from the fog to this moment in Le Marais, where i have stopped my never-ending pacing, my foot peeling mind numbing crawl, all day and into the dawn. and she continues in words i can’t grip but should. i’ve been here awhile now […]

whatever vocation   it was the method best practiced believing my unexpected thing for life i suppose what else could i do   daily craft writing performing nightly show sometimes resilient in my whatever vocation on and on i go   add this to the trickle creating a must as they wait for why there […]

his cafe                                                                                                at midday i walk through the crowded inside room of his cafe and go to the backroom where we meet   the two guys that work here must know what’s going on in the room or they wouldn’t let me in   there is clarity about the safety of this […]