Mucambo
There is one street-light in the twenty mile stretch violet kryptonite. We are walking three in a row wax idols as earth melts […]
There is one street-light in the twenty mile stretch violet kryptonite. We are walking three in a row wax idols as earth melts […]
It’s not my fault I don’t know any. I can’t tell them apart either. I come from a very traditional
There exists, between the woman and the pads of her busy thumbs, a long running feud caused by her thumbs’
They laughed when I asked for pancetta, those grocery store clerks. I don’t care. It’s better to be chic
I teach college courses in poetry and poetics, which means that twice a year, I have to drop off materials
There was a girl with a red scarf, a girl with a white scarf, a girl with a pink scarf,