TIME TO CLEAN THE GLASS
It was time to clean the glass I began the work the work With great optimism But the stains grew darker Except the bright wing of winter And the scarlet pieces pierced...
Read MoreIt was time to clean the glass I began the work the work With great optimism But the stains grew darker Except the bright wing of winter And the scarlet pieces pierced...
Read MoreThe traffic in Saigon is a marvel of balletic brinksmanship as 8 million motor bikes behave like schools of fish, swarming over its streets and traffic circles. This is...
Read MorePHAEDRA’S PLAY, ADAPTED FROM UBU ROI, AND PERFORMED BY CHILDREN ON THE KBI DEADBEAT PRISON SHIP, CONSTELLATIONS END, AS IT NEARS MARS. A room in George Cooper’s...
Read MoreI cannot help but be captured by beauty, voices pure in harmony Counter tenor clean above the lower wind of rapture valleys Green under skies as azure as the lakes in...
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