A Stinging Silence
The radio no longer crackles as it used to do with the lightening, as it happens. Through the darkness a voice calls out, Pagliaro singing to the broken and the lame. […]
Continue reading →The radio no longer crackles as it used to do with the lightening, as it happens. Through the darkness a voice calls out, Pagliaro singing to the broken and the lame. […]
Continue reading →The edges were crispy, no . . . hard. Cookies can be like that, and sometimes deservedly so. Like a Ginger Snap; a Ginger Snap has to be hard. A Ginger Snap just has to be hard, or there is no snap. But this was Chocolate Chip, a big cookie, an […]
Continue reading →I could say I’ve been sorry, or least of all try. I could think of more reasons, I can’t think of more whys. City streets nearly barren, the clock nearly two, there’s nothing worth doing, or there’s nothing to do. So come see the night, how I think it should be. Open your eyes. […]
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