THE BLUEST DAY
The Bluest Day There’s a glass of milk on the floorof iron plating soon to be spilled,arms and legs of a chair in waiting.I watch the news with half an eyethe other...
Read MoreThe Bluest Day There’s a glass of milk on the floorof iron plating soon to be spilled,arms and legs of a chair in waiting.I watch the news with half an eyethe other...
Read More“What can I do for you today, Lord?” Vesuvius asked. “Tea?”Groomstool sighed as he took his seat. No way was he going to drink Vesuvius’ tea, usually a micro dose...
Read MoreIn June, on Midsummer Night, Ruth sat in their apartment in the tower, reading a collection of Schnitzler’s short stories, her belly like a watermelon, kicked day...
Read MoreThe Vietnamese War: Revolution and Social Change in the Mekong Delta 1930-1975, by David W. P. Elliot. M.E. Sharp, Armonk, NY, 2003. I just finished David W. P....
Read Morechapter 32, sec. 5 Not long after, Ruth came looking for her again. She arrived at the box office highly agitated and spoke directly to Suki. “I’m looking for a...
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