Clandestine the virtues of Yahweh, mere tongue yowling in cavernmouth. A presentiment of Lascaux oh…

(i) In all of God’s green earth there is nothing so depressing as the sound…

Venice gripped me tight and would not let go. And I would be a liar…

She wanted no part of it and now his job was to win her back…

All things that were set high are now, it seems, to be lowered. Caught between…