this is poetry, too…
I understand. You want poetry, the traditional kind, hot blooded and full-bodied, rich and ripe for the drinking. But the … Continue reading this is poetry, too…
I understand. You want poetry, the traditional kind, hot blooded and full-bodied, rich and ripe for the drinking. But the … Continue reading this is poetry, too…
there was always something between us a locked screen the highway of a thousand miles the slamming door one of … Continue reading through the window