Monthly Archives: September 2011

Autumn enters like relations come home: For some it’s joy; others, death.

Just what I needed: whiskey, mussels, truffled fries, salmon, chocolate…

Sun-backed, the old barn had the old spark, as if kissed by a spry, young lass.

If you ponder not the unknowns, you will have life. But you won’t have soul.

“There’s no right answer,” they said. “Therefore it’s not a question worth asking.”

we remember, on this day they destroyed with hate, what was made with love

Constable or Kahn would immortalize this dawn. I must memorize.