Jul 24, 2021 | Fiction, Poetry
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins had taken them as targetsAnd had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews,The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottonsWhen with my haulers this...
Jul 30, 2016 | Non-Fiction |
The ethos of the surfers themselves — the detached, otherworldly, laid-back, relaxed, pleasure-addicted world of sun, sea, sand, and endless pure enjoyment — has left its own legacy, and in unexpected places. Industry, most particularly. A handful of company founders...
