Stew, my paddling companion, coughs, says: “I didn’t think I’d miss the insects as much as the potable water, the blue sky, green.”* A breeze makes me glad to be in my body.** THURSDAY NIGHT POETS AARON KREUTER Arguments for Lawn Chairs JIM NASON Touch Anywhere to Begin FEBRUARY 2ND Doors 6:30PM Poetry […]
knife | fork | book
knife | fork | book 