Dare we invite the dreamwolf in, to jump through our chaste window, carry us over the midnight snow ... [+]
Dare we invite the dreamwolf in, to jump through our chaste window, carry us over the midnight snow ... [+]
It's a sunny Sunday afternoon —celebratory day: the sun hadn't visited your city's sky in ages— and you're out in the flea market. Browsing the offerings among the throng of people: old things, new ... [+]
My very dear Claire, I already know so much about you, and yet I have never actually seen you. For six months now, I have been passing you, sensing you, hearing you, closing my eyes when I smell you ... [+]