Sick Day in the still working hours, this place satin its own plasma hustling its rentedland to no one, silence on crunchy roads mostly up to theirelbows in racket and […]

The Little One is a madam, is more parrotthan fluffy bunny, more myselfclotted. Is the drink of the sky, thevisitor of my life. Wakes my metal heart withgaping cries and […]

Photo by Ben Allan on Unsplash         Not Harlem but Close   The place that produced me was heavy as the heavens. Its tiger tooth pinched monthly, […]