The Siren’s New Clothes
Dress torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug…
February 12, 2018
Dress torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug…
February 12, 2018
I have to remember that, just because someone tells me the astrological sign of the person they are interested…
February 5, 2018
If pride goeth before a fall Humility comes before flying. I wrote that. However you end up on your…
February 2, 2018
I am sorting a packing, in between sorting and editing wedding photos. It’s kinda the same thing. What is…
January 25, 2018
One more month. One more song. One more smoke. Lovely lady lusty eyes when he said something sweet. I…
January 22, 2018
As per usual I am either early to or late to the party. Never did get my timing…
January 15, 2018
I managed to do laundry yesterday. Felt like Hercules. There is an interesting and assorted pile of things to…
January 14, 2018
Never have I ever. Never have I ever been to a destination wedding. Never have I ever shot a…
January 12, 2018
I saw this a million years ago. It struck me. I wasn’t sure how, but it did. Enough to…
January 9, 2018
I had a rather painful conversation with the Last One, on New Year’s Eve. In retrospect, it was absolutely…
January 8, 2018