Tag Archives: Sunday

What Sundays Need is Masking Tape!

a latent melancholy shivers Sunday afternoon…. with all its childhood residues the weekend past, way past its best Monday morning begins to haunt tis going back to school…. again even now, that same old film repeats inside my head the … Continue reading

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Mostly of Glass

as the cafe door opens it grunts, staggers functioning under duress catch you on the rebound should you linger slap you on the backside made mostly of glass so generous with the light affords the opportunity to observe from several … Continue reading

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