The Graveyard Of Incomplete Cycles
Piles of stuff rebuke me — they say hey, we are waiting for you to get to us. What am I going to do? Drop
Black, Red and White
It was a film noir city, so he collected the rainwater in buckets, on the roof beside his pigeon roosts. He trained the water to
in the pour
am i a glass pouring nothing? am i water waiting for a glass to contain me? or does it all happen when i am drunk?