*** life’s not an equation when you pull her tail she doesn’t break into a very long ‘muuu’ to reach…
antuza genescu
And then I saw Madame Bovary dying in the film Her porcelain skin Her lust for life just as she…
this entity blind and swarthy locomotive coal steam something stuck on the inside like a sticker a wild beast chased…
A shelf of powdered milk jars stood where once our table had been. I found a chair and sat in…
voles scurry across ashes and burnt apple peels several tourists return from the desert on tiny camels in Mauritania near…
THE SHOW GOES ON (Post-Trans-Humanist Gloss) Another day settles down in the almost outdated tempo of the evening. It lies…
