urban jungle

John's Journey ADVENTURE THROUGH DIFFERENT LITERATURES

My fingers Stroke old artwork, Programs I designed once to Align myself with small theatre companies where I, in fact, longed to act,

Failing to find what sent me searching, I swiftly press the pages Into their folder, to close tight again Against the bite of fresh, trenchant Memory.

brass frame was scratched and dented in places, but in general still pretty, with vine reliefs and floral motifs

she chanced to hear the man murmuring, as if talking to the mirror: \"Back again.\"

Shoko! Mutsuki ran over and grabbed and hold me.

HOW MANY COUPLES WOULD BE HAVING DINNER OUT TONIGHT, I WONDERED

Finite space, rim of a drum. It would help to incarnate while you can the City of Love

At the end, at the end of the surging sunset, in the insecure maturing burning without a grieving scheme

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a day in  brooklyn