Bella, the devil doesn't exist on the ground beneath our feet or in our existential thoughts. it exists in the names of people we look to for guidance, at times. or in the slow movements of a rat over cable wires. or simply in the flesh of our pare...

Bella, when the moon demands my love, my devotion, my eyes - I give her silence. a moment. and then an explosion of expressed love and devotion and all my attention - my eyes, lips, hands, heart, and lungs. I surrender and I ask for only her light...

Bella, they hope for rain, and when it comes, they hide, run, leaving wet cigarettes behind, muddy footprints washing away. "look, look," one says from under the pavilion. "he's still out there. what a crazy guy. doesn't he know he's going to get wet...