idle idyll
the Internet is polluted, decaying, degrading I am compelled to surf searching I have no private space I am hesitant I am undergoing a spring cleaning of the five aggregates I’m lost in a...
the Internet is polluted, decaying, degrading I am compelled to surf searching I have no private space I am hesitant I am undergoing a spring cleaning of the five aggregates I’m lost in a...
The Connecticut School of Poets Apparently a NaPoWriMo exercise by a coupla CT poets. p o s t_m o o t the formulation of post moot emerged from several conversations seeking to bring together...