Norman
Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I
Experimental literature and art
Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I
Mechanical Men Apply the brakes adjust the slack scrape your boots and bring the collars and buckets, grab my smokes
The following is a collection of snippets culled from a journal that remained unclaimed at a public library for many
I won’t waste time stopping my fears But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while Gold is a waste if