The Buffalo
But it was spring. Even the lion licked the lioness’s smooth forehead. Both animals blond. The...
But it was spring. Even the lion licked the lioness’s smooth forehead. Both animals blond. The...
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
i couldn’t say if the warmth on my lips is from your breath, or the coffee i’ve been drinking to stay awake with you. And now you could read... South of the Border, West of the Sun In A German Pension But Beautiful...
just before falling asleep, i often become aware of a kind of one-sided conversation going on in...