Samhain
The year was 2015. Not Halloween, but a fine spring May Day, and I’m waiting for my lover. He arrives dressed in his business casual best still at this point, wearing khakis and a beautiful shirt and fine business shoes on his enormous paws. I ask about his drive, and he relays a story of how on the way over, Eric Clapton had commandeered the airwaves, crying for the remedy or embracing the…












