it's always ourselves we find
I don't even know if this is any good. Just me trying to figure things out, basically. Following traces As I pass through the…
Please be as harsh as you like, brutal honesty makes me a better writer Chapter one When Charlie Walter and Lucy Welsh kissed at the…
IN A STATION OF THE METRO (Ezra Pound) the apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, dark bough.