Wind blowing; a creeping disquisition (nato il 11/03/2021)
“The wind is blowing outside.” Silence “What?” “Look. It’s raging...” She turns slightly, glancing at the naked treetops waving; she scoffs she turns back again “Wow...” she ... read more
Momma Becky’s non-son (Nato il 19/09/2020)
My momma was no good... neither was my pop. And neither was my home. I guess I can say I was born a boy of no land. And ... read more