Alone on a beach is where she liked to be best. There was something illicit about it in that the… Read more The Crest(fallenness) of a Wave

Alone on a beach is where she liked to be best. There was something illicit about it in that the… Read more The Crest(fallenness) of a Wave
Like everything else, Poole was a once great epicenter for middle of the road folk to relax–in addition to being… Read more A Toe Dipped in Poole
For most, the notion of burial is surprisingly sentimental. One would be shocked at just how sentimental considering the majority… Read more Reginald’s Blow Job From God(win)
Cagnes-sur-Mer. It wasn’t necessarily at the top of the list of French Riviera towns compared to, say, Nice, Antibes or… Read more I’m Alone, You’re Alone/I’m OK, You’re Not OK
Like a scene out of Lynch with its wholesome aura giving way to a more sinister subtext, a man sings… Read more Etch a Postcard: “How Dearly I Wish I Was Not Here”
Rembrandt went broke too, you know. Maybe that’s the mark of a real artist. For even though he tried his… Read more The Denial of Rembrandt’s Credit Card
She was somewhat taken aback to have gotten the job so quickly. Flora reckoned it was on the basis of… Read more Cuckoo at Keukenhof