March 28, 2010
sunday afternoon
black coffee pounding def beats through my veins a jazz rift drifts like dead flies against...
beat blogger playing the internet like a jazzman's saxophone
black coffee pounding def beats through my veins a jazz rift drifts like dead flies against...
Naked Man in the shower: “Are you local?” I open my eyes. A middle-aged, bald soapy...
I’m curious to know where I am going next. Several timely quotes have presented themselves to...
(Neil del Strother) Back in January, I posted a short review of The Flower in the...
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