A tragedy of vows, of loneliness, of loss.

Temporary and yet suffering is always contemporary.   

The Saddest of all Queens.


She knew best the moment, the size, the wind which would bring agony – crush even more hope – in all others. Mute Paul Revere, Siren fear in one out the other. Apologist with a razor sharp memory for  the fuzziest edges. Tender tinder, trapped under an empty room without escape plans from playboy fans. And never once popped the balloons. “The National Busted Valentine, a real sad tomato.” Anyone who dreams in America isn’t living.