a few words and phrases
pastel ceases secretive: my brainfolds sparkle with distrust put on clothes and pet the hound of night a bullshit machine Soporphronia
pastel ceases secretive: my brainfolds sparkle with distrust put on clothes and pet the hound of night a bullshit machine Soporphronia
Just a few more notes… apparently laying the burdens down improves volubility in the blog… Besides the poems about place I want to write extremely truncated novels or screenplays. In lieu of writing a...
I went to the library and checked out three slim novels by French writers. Why is it that French writing seems so appealing? There is no way a poem set in “Stamford” could appeal...
Sometimes you just have to throw that burden of responsible behavior down. I’m lucky I can do that. It’s a luxury. Not that I was irresponsible today. I did some holiday shopping. What works...