A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.

It's A Feeling Which Tells Me That Any Woman Can Be Beautiful In The Eyes Of A Man Who Loves Her.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.

The Battle Of Good And Evil Reduced To A Fat Woman Standing In Front Of A Chocolate Shop, Saying, Will I? Won’t I? In Pitiful Indecision.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.