July 2009
4 posts
be a copyrighter, be a bullfighter, you could even...
i wrote some weird poems the other night. i had a feeling that the outside of my windows was just like an old map, weatherworm and sepia, with the atlantic ocean and east river this romantic maritime collective persona, perfumed with whale blubber and adventure.
she was calling out to me about the history of this town and how much she’s taken into her depths.
more on that later. ...
