Rebecca
In the afternoon, as the sun strode across the bed, we were still there.
New Year’s Bliss
Content note: This post contains sexual content.
—02.26.2001—
By January 2001 I had been spending time with Beth
It’s Like Learning to Fly When You Ain’t Got Wings
Falling down is the hardest thing
Kissing and Questions in Barcelona and Paris
She’s so lovely, her shining, black hair draped around her face, her eyes sly but smiling, her whole-body laugh but I wonder if it’s the right thing to do.
Leaving, Leaping...
On Monday I lept off St. Agnes for good—well, for now.
Preparing to Leave the Island
But where’s the big adventure?
Fumbling Under the Light of the Moon
—06.06.2000—
It’s quarter to eleven at night and there’s still a hint of light in the
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
If I go, there will be trouble.
If I stay, it will be double.
Out and Away
And crashing around England’s southeastern corner in 30 knots of breeze