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bad times an email from a dying friend sydney bechet ‘summertime’ and a fried transaxle two thousand...
bad times an email from a dying friend sydney bechet ‘summertime’ and a fried transaxle two thousand...
CHAPTER TWELVE At first my eyes felt like smashed oysters. The soft inside all mixed up with the shell....
Manerly Margery Mylk and Ale Ay, beshrewe yow! Be my fay This wanton clarkis be nyse allway. Avent, avent,...
CHAPTER ELEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â On the way home I drank a half gallon of warm tonic water and twisted...
Lang Po and its descendents are the poetic equivalent of the Progressive, Jazz/Rock fusion music of the...
Evil While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring Across the infinite expanse of day; While red or...
CHAPTER TEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Despite vigorous protest I left Linda a C note to pay my part of the...
This is the apocalyptic, visionary Whitman, the Whitman who is akin to Rimbaud’s Illuminations. Here,...