Tag Archives: Lesley Quayle

All the Pretty Children One million of you there in the beginning, calling, crying, whispering. I couldn’t hear. I didn’t know to listen then, swaddled in infancy. By puberty, hushed away, rocked in seashells, snug on the lullaby breeze, only … Continue reading →

All the Bold and Brave Young Men. When I was young and swung my dark hair down, sang first in smoky bars to drinkers, thinkers, lovers, louts, wore cheesecloth, denim, lace, painted my face with silver stars and butterflies, my … Continue reading →