Old Cary Grant fine, how you?
In reply to a telegram to his agent asking “How old Cary Grant?”
I Am Not Yours I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost…
Between saying and doing many a pair of shoes is worn out.
To begin at the beginning: It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent…