Archive: July 2015

2 Jul

(thoughts on the power of music and strangers)   You didn’t send a picture Or tell me your last name. You didn’t shoot the shit Or (really) play the dating game. You sent me a piano riff A bridge, that[…]

2 Jul

My bathtub is named Max. Well, technically MAAX. Which isn’t a problem until you know that a very old ex-boyfriend of mine is also named Max. And the idea of taking a nice long soak in a warm bubble bath[…]