“…All well ending well, like Shakespeare, Write sight from a state clear. Letters, Like mailbox, walk with no […]

Apparently. Storm. They want to paint pictures. News? No inform. Just corn. A theatre. Appetize. Sandy eye. Waterfall […]

Have to read quicker. I want this book out. Out there. In your there. Your here. On its […]

Books surrounding me. Pressure. But not too much. Need mocha. And this Lit magazine. That’ll keep My littered […]

Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]