The Oxford buggers mostly are the worst…
it doesn’t matter what I call you peter-paul-joseph-aleksandr-potemkim
and mails its single-stemmed blood down the spinal telegraph all petal and thorn and never signs the card
In Alexandria, on the longest day, the chief librarian bent down beside a sundial to measure the world.
To raise the fare to get home, we played rounds of all-night pontoon
The Elizabeth Taylor movies your grandfather watched still play in my head every now and then.
Colin sits on his stoup. The smell of the next street is overpowering.
Weeks after the garage filled up, my wife became pregnant.
What is the foundation of roadkill? Let me take the temperature of the asphalt