“Thank you so much! Pete’s no trouble. You’ll barely know he’s there, I promise,” Jared's text from Cate read. The city’s saturated art scene meant that both Jared and his new guest were entering into a haphazard collective together, with an exhibition pl...
It was a small pueblo in the Sangre de Christo mountains of New Mexico where Juliana and Desiderio lived. They were artisans. Both had apprenticed with the great jeweler and sculptor Gabriel. Everyone in the Southwest and Northern Mexico knew of Gabriel....
Why is it that Rodin’s masterpieces are still the idols of artistic awe Because his touch has become the prototype found in all beauty Like in the sculpted dance of a priceless angel Where we’re both inside her every movement Because her movements are lik...
Chapter 8 Everyone was hurrying home before the storm hit. The train, always busy this time of day, was bursting at the seams now with people all bundled up in wool or vinyl, either swiping along the screens of their phones, or else gazing blankly into th...
Chapter 6 I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it. “Tabarnak,” Marie read my mind, “You don’t think he followed you, Penny?” I shook my head, though admittedly it was one of the first dreadful thoughts to flash through my mind. Once reason caught up, h...
Chapter 4 Once when I first got there. Three times when I pricked my finger. Another two at Marie. Silently, I summed my curses from the previous evening. Is that all? It was hard to remember. It was such a strange and dizzying night, and the smell of inc...
Chapter 3 “Huh,” Peter turned back to me, his eyebrows arched. I remained frozen in place, unable to tear my eyes from the wall. “Huh,” he repeated, “Why uh, why didn’t you tell me you had some stuff in the show, Pens?” His tone was puzzled and penitent...
Part 1 - Roses Are Red Yes. A sunny balcony would be nice, I thought, circling another listing in crimson ink. Or maybe a roof garden. I could plant rosemary, and violets. I could paint. I bit the top of my pen and skimmed down the column to another numbe...
With my mind and heart nixing bar hopping, Vixen out of control, I compromised and sought trophy quality, so I told myself. Annually our community held a summer Pacific Northwest Art Fair. It excluded the trinkets found at Saturday Markets and was reserve...
The living room light was on when Alyssa got home. Alice was still up, paintbrush in one hand, wine glass in the other. She didn’t notice her daughter appear. The canvas she’d been working on was a swirl of white colours, far too delicate to be so arres...
If you believed everything my mates told you, you’d be convinced that I’ve shagged most of the world’s most beautiful women. Nothing could be further from the truth, but when they’ve had a few pints on a Friday night after our regular five-a-side football...
Laura Dowd entered her apartment and grinned from ear to ear as she was greeted by moans and slick, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh coming from her bedroom. Her fiancé, Jim, was undoubtedly in her bed watching porn, again. Jim had booked the day off to...
Blindfolded and left in darknessI sit and silently hold my breathWaiting for something to comeOn the edge of life and death I feel you moving near meComing closer, but you don’t touchMy nerves are on fireEvery sense is just too much He reaches for me with...
Drifting awake, I open my eyes and see Andie sitting close by on a chair, naked. She is drawing, charcoal I think. She smiles, radiantly, and I melt. “Morning, lover. I couldn’t resist drawing you,” she says in a sultry way. Lover, the word runs around an...
Parking, I notice her, she is just standing in the yard next door looking at me. She is willowy, with blond hair, and strikingly good looking. So much like Phoebe. My heart lurches with the memory of my first love. Our eyes lock momentarily, and that is e...
