At night I travel alone on the Silk Road of your body.The scent of burnt musk fills my senses; my breath, a breeze,Blowing through the dark.I trace my finger over your shoulder, finding my way in a familiar place.What I carry is without substance, worth its weight in gold.My destination is to dream.
Read More SilkEaster Sunday was a good day for us when we were kids, second only to Christmas Day. We couldn’t wait to get home after Mass to unwrap our chocolate eggs! We’d remain in our Sunday best most of the day, as family and friends filed through my parents’ house for tea and biscuits. The religious…
Read More Losing my religionI love going to the coffee shop in the mornings during the week. It’s so civilized to sit down with a mug of strong coffee and read what’s happening in the daily paper, or touch base with a good novel before starting work. What makes it especially sweet is when I grab a side table…
Read More Mmm, gum!