Going for a walk was Russo’s idea. He liked the idea of exercising without much effort. We walked alongside matching houses, like triplets…
Jules had started writing umpteen whodunits, a political thriller, a boy’s own…
It sits atop an old bookshelf in our office, a wooden triangle with a flag folded behind the cheap plastic face. I know…
Your mind driftsin a peculiar twirl
A city of drunks, poets, and drunk poets.Where beer cannons implode testicles,Smokes are sold on cycles,And love is bought with long…
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