
One of the primary pleasures of editing a journal is coming across a […]
One of the primary pleasures of editing a journal is coming across a […]
Because when I write […]
Angels know me by scent alone. Precise is their reaping my confessions. I am stained. God […]
A kiss. Train ride home from a late dinner, City Hall and document signing. Wasn’t cold […]
And so faggot meant abandoned warehouse where all my storm-tailed fears rushed into. People cut air […]