Nos Liberavit

Bell-like, round and clear Hopeful and transparent as a copper bauble, it lifts the congregation. From the sanctuary the maiden’s voice soars and plunges as she elongates the siren call.   — I am not a groupie. I’d rather spend my days in a hermit’s hut on a mountainside with books, green tea and yoga

Don’t Waste Paris on a Broken Heart

A blue sky over Notre Dame Advice for *   Don’t waste Paris on a broken heart next to the Cathedral Notre Dame where yellow-petalled violas squint their purple eyes at you shadowing their beds as you turned: his hands on her, embracing on the Seine.   From April 2012 — Who takes the bus