Throw the Emptiness out of Your Arms:
Madrid & Montserrat, spells
The Glass Man, days of rain
10/31/2010
New city. New lover. New apartment.
My grandmother’s house
private self/public self
I’d forgotten how good true solitude tastes
“Do you like the way a city touches you?”
The Tower (XVI)
Quincy
pavement, trash, skin.
Life will not make room
sunshine & sex & cars & people
body, all sensation
Chekhov, from his notebooks:
Love, he said, love, my love.
a real soft sleepy blue
Kate, 2009
“Ooh, it feels good to be free..”
FunSaver
Desire in reverse
Nonantum. Rose perfume.
himself again
21, New York, October
out late, awake all night
Theater of Love, previsualization
Four
fragments
Queen of Wands
Time