Published: January 31, 2008 In those days making love was clean because minds were. There was a sense of beginning then, between her toes.  There was a breath of morning in the room, even deep into...

Published: October 11, 2007 Where I will not speak, where I am dumb, I want, that you hate my name. And I ascribe the pronoun, you, to this subject that hates, that there might be no one outside...