Tell me everything. Pour the whiskey before we sit down. Sit across the table from me, it’s the decent thing to do, I am taken. I wrote to you on a midnight when I wasn’t. I am, as ever, taken with you. I agree with the sentiment of your parenthetical statement where you hesitantly admitted... Continue Reading →

The way you kiss the top of my spine when you walk byI can tell you woke up loving me today, How you always stop me from picking at my fingers and you sayYou want your Alessandra in one piece ... "How do you put up with her?" "I'm sorry I don't know the phrase..."... Continue Reading →

The agreement was not to write about you on the blog.The fine print was: I could write about you elsewhere:In publicationsIn my journalsOnce, I stapled a poem about you to a telephone poleAt a train station.For all the commuters to see.For everyone with somewhere better to beTo stop and read how I felt about you.... Continue Reading →