Archives for December, 2014
Piece of not so great a prose, written in a half-bent pose
Thursday, December 11th, 2014
Unfinished essay, the beautiful jump of a frightened deer, the wind, counting the windows, always leaving a widow, windowless glass on a balcony, rain rain rain, my dear, I noodle, seemlessly the seamen in the storm, without tobacco, not backing off, Tobakoff, wishing I had noised my opinion better, but who can think of(f) a […]