Endangered Species, 3.3
3.3 For days after that I languished in the most divine state of love-stricken wasture, waiting for her call. Nothing else mattered. All there was in the world vanished...
Read More3.3 For days after that I languished in the most divine state of love-stricken wasture, waiting for her call. Nothing else mattered. All there was in the world vanished...
Read More  Frail mosaics of wooded hillsides crumbling tiles  Autumnal clowns in precarious quilts  Like shivering coins of copper and...
Read MoreI’m reading on Sunday, November 11th, 4pm at Buffalo Street Books, in Ithaca, from Gaha: Babes of the Abyss. Please come if you can, it should be a great event,...
Read More