The Last Bender, Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Wet wind blew against the windshield. We got out and walked, hands deep in P coats, through the smell of boat fuel and tar and the...
Read MoreCHAPTER FIFTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Wet wind blew against the windshield. We got out and walked, hands deep in P coats, through the smell of boat fuel and tar and the...
Read MoreOver at Cahiers de Corey Josh has a post about poetry that just depresses the hell out of me, though maybe it’s just the jolly season that has me so down. He seems to...
Read MoreI’ve been writing poetry again. it’s difficult to overcome my disgust with poetry, but really, my disgust is for the business, not the art; for the theory, not the...
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