fiction. nonfiction. poetry. pop flotsam. cultural jetsam.
Music doesn’t go away, that’s the saving grace of a day like this when it’s been threatening to rain but not raining,
How is it that I want to be all alone, but, at the same time looked at, glanced over and watched?
Our mothers with sore backs and breastsand bruises on the inside, with beautifulmorning faces and empty cradles: let's go—
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