Slow Flame
Once, in Northern California, she and I were walking through [...]
Once, in Northern California, she and I were walking through [...]
“The Antients may be considered as a rich Common, where [...]
His brown hand over the guitar. A brown leather hand [...]
Hotel Lautréamont: Contemporary Poetry from Uruguay edited by [...]
Soon after Ben dies Maura makes up her first Morbid [...]
This old watch isn’t really that old, not in the [...]
I’ve been looking at asses. More specifically, I have been [...]
I ask the reader to join me in an excursion [...]
Then there's the maple, still filled out in brick-brown reds [...]
Publius Ovidius Naso invented exile the way Charles Dickens invented [...]