Poems, Pictures, and a Reflection
"The thurn was harried from his home / by a bailiff beetle with an acid aura / in a waistcoat grand and red as Rome..."
"The thurn was harried from his home / by a bailiff beetle with an acid aura / in a waistcoat grand and red as Rome..."
"This lakeside,/this Inner Mongolia,/where the language spoken/is the one you speak..."
