THE FORMAL OBSERVER in which Boston musician and mental health worker JACK HOLLAND therapizes his favorite musicians via their lyrics.
We have here a spicing up of idiomatic vernacular. Why does one “hide his fire,” so to speak?
Exploring injury within intimacy is nothing new, but I like that you do it in leather. It squeaks nicely on the couch.
As I have told you before, you are naturally articulate when you are not self-conscious.
You are compelled perhaps to love and to leave—and you would not be the first.