She Is Not a Song
The choices present themselves. Chase skirts. Write. Sing. It's not the availability of ideas, it's the focus. What do you want to be today, John? I'm not scared. But I…
The choices present themselves. Chase skirts. Write. Sing. It's not the availability of ideas, it's the focus. What do you want to be today, John? I'm not scared. But I…
november snow in paris the flakes dusted paris in november for the first time in fifteen years everyone was talking about it bundled up outside the cafes i no longer…
book < available I handed her the tangerine on a cool March morning in Chinatown as she passed by and entered the long thin grocery store filled with Saturday before Easter…