The valley bares its purplish crags like wine-stained teeth, a throat to swallow us, so let’s drink […]
Laura Bylenok
An echo in the handset when I call bristles like fur on a tomcat’s paunch, a thistle’s […]
The valley bares its purplish crags like wine-stained teeth, a throat to swallow us, so let’s drink […]
An echo in the handset when I call bristles like fur on a tomcat’s paunch, a thistle’s […]