“I can’t write like you, with your weaving wrinkles and dime shaped gold your nesting tableaux in colours that fold… Read more She sighed
Tag: creative writing
Finally…
she nourished that patch with those flammable tears, from jagged tears and all that bares, streaming arrears the chanting of… Read more Finally…
in the morning light
He flicked the ash out of the car window, and she knew that was the signal for her to continue.… Read more in the morning light
say no to clowns 