Hello Mister Blue Sky. That movie I thought would make me laugh... it made me cry

The spring of their love Turned to summer

Love is out there.

A poem to my wife

When we made love Last night you felt 25 again, though I know You would protest that

Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

The floor seemed wonderfully solid.

Doing so good. But now…

> 7pm – October 21, 2024

A coal train clacks and rumbles by.

Getting there should

He told her He loved her.