To come, and Grow green The vineyards. To bless, and Swell the grapes To the core.
Still, ‘Waiting for Godot’; Secret Road; Falling in Pair
Dead Wrong
"Thanks, God. Thanks for the life you’ve given me, it wasn’t such a bad life. Dying at twenty-five isn’t so bad, it’s going out with a bang, right in the middle of the good part..."
Both Sides Now
"Maybe you don’t believe,” she said, exhaling a stream of rich Cuban smoke. “And maybe you don’t miss her. Or maybe you just don’t want to because you don’t understand.”
"Understand what?”
"That you can hate something and love it at the same time.”
Little Library
Tsk, I knew that woman. She used to live in a mountain of papers and books down by the French Quarter. Knew her husband, too. One of those academic types that fell off the wagon and thought he could make the streets work for him instead of letting them take him.
An Ode to You Two
I must have been around ten years old when the school library became my favorite place on earth. It wasn’t much, in fact, it was quite small. But that didn’t matter because I was small too.
Laced with Kleptomania
Although she didn’t know the exact date it started, she knew that in the beginning, she stole little things. A stick of Chapstick at the grocery store, a new nail polish, or an un-scanned item at self-checkout were all; what she considered to be petty acts of thievery that gave her an undeniable sensation and a psychological rush like no other. These acts, as time passed, developed into an exotic and progressive entanglement with the untamed sin of robbery. Her boyfriend would steal too. At times, they would steal together.