Category: romance

A Fine Romance

  “Crazy Rich Asians” is a thoroughly enjoyable romantic comedy with some serious overtones regarding values, family, tradition, and the importance of believing in yourself. I loved it.

Near Dark

  This film isn’t for the squeamish. It is vampires without any of the window dressing or frills. It is, oddly, the most elegant inelegant film, I’ve ever seen. I think, for me, it is likely that I’d have never said another word about this film after the […]

It’s Me, Pearl.

Itโ€™s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin Itโ€™s never me, itโ€™s you, except that itโ€™s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about […]

Heart.

The days get long. We hope to be so much more than we are. We hope to be enough. Then we hope to be enough for ourselves again. To have enough heart for that.  

Paramour.

Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though it might be, I wonder is your longing such for me.

Muse.

To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger tips, I watched the circles fan away from […]

Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man whoโ€™s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesnโ€™t act like much of a lady. She […]

Love Letters.

  The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your palm cool against this fever. Agony, wanting to […]

Vampire…

They bust the rusted meadows gate, wait the darkness for the dawn. They drink the stars, try to curse the moon, they wander on and on. They steal away the slipstream sleep and purge the soul with fire.ย  ย  They promise everlasting life and all that you desire. […]

Honeysuckle.

ย  Wakingโ€ฆ May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head […]

A Tangent to Hamlet.

  How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am left with no more than the memory of a kiss so torturous it burns my very soul. Am I no more to thee […]