Once, a woman made love to me through the slippery dark. Her brother was dying, her sisters were shooting heroin in the bathroom as she moved her tongue like sadness on my skin, and I felt how all the sweet explosions, summer, orgasm, a ripe peach in the mouth, connect unfailingly to the barren fields. What we have learned about love in this...Learn More

This music is the country you lost when you were born, the cafe which never closes, the sex which comes so close your pores are weeping with longing, and never touches you, the nights you don't sleep, the hands in their ceaseless moving like birds, the conversations interrupted only by dancing, the dancers weeping with their bodies painted like...Learn More