"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



When you write at the Royal Conservatory of Music

you rub shoulders with  future flautists   Men with rich

baritones   Today an opera singer so beautiful  my inner

Aida wept


Statuesque  Italian  Loads of black hair  White aviators

Almond skin   Oh there he goes!   With a sneer so severe

my fantasy explodes   all over the bloke beside me




SPRING  2014

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