For an athlete is enamour’d of me, and I of him, But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible to burst forth, I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs. — Walt […]
It’s surprising what two people have in common when they cross paths in the airport security station.
Love is its own language, so they say.
Jenny Aspen’s first short story for Needle In The Hay is a short story about love in Paris. Far from clichéd, Jenny sprinkles just enough difference into this tale of two writers to keep things interesting, as an unlikely duo of Americans find […]