I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.

In grief, I'd ride a slow train there with you, / one hand in yours and one hand on the rail,

'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.

The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle. Fall was near, a rotten apple.

Once a friend asked me to write about rape in an email, so I wrote that it is a weapon of war that would not work here because partners do not give in to it; in fact, they would say it is infidelity in relationships.

"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body, like the blind to braille."

You had autumn in your hair I liked the way you sat at a table And drank champagne My past years have carried me To sixteen countries Christ, we have so much to share Listen, I know how the other half lives And we can’t live like that an

Difference 'twixt night and day

The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.

Skim. The stone slipped across the top of the water. The sea was a battleship grey with a liver of cerulean, foaming at the lips its puckered kisses smacking on the shore.

Here it comes at long last. We just can't do it like that again. We don't have the same time. But something's wanting something more to be more than this. Here it comes again. But you bailed on me the last time around. Went silent as a…

rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum

85% extra dark cocoa:/biting into bitter darkness

Jane knew what to do when she heard murmurs in the ceiling, knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.

The first thing I saw was a sandal, but it didn't exactly look priestly. It was golden and glowing, and the foot it was strapped to had red painted nails. The straps wrapped around her ankles, and up her slender leg, tied off in a bow below the knee.