death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:

I forgive you, Socrates, for choosing hemlock.

I have one advantage, though: I am a woman, not a fool.

I remember songs I promised and never had time to write.

A couple, an unlikely match, came together for a brief interlude of time. It was marked, almost a kind of bar code; beginning, middle and almost end. Almost end was not "the" end because it was seemingly fated that they continue the journey through life, if not together, at…

Falling Slowly is in its essence about loss, in many of its guises and what it does and how we unravel or gather back into ourselves as we're swept into its aftermath, and still, how for all that pain, we seldom lose touch with our desire for love and con