Monthly Archives: August 2015

Still Life

This modern chair, its mocha leather cracked and pale from sixteen years’ benign neglect, supports four decorator pillows stacked upon a nightgown sleeveless, oval-necked. The creamy cotton rumples on the chair, its shadowed drapery as smooth as milk. Magenta, silver, … Continue reading

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Lama Lo?

You say it can’t exclusively be sex we write about – you give those words to me above a flood of big X little x between our sheets of toned typography. But I inside reply to you: why not? Impressed … Continue reading

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