Once upon a time, before we were supposed to be happy — I mean, de jure — we used to be just like that — happy when left to our own devices. Of course, there were certain continue reading
Tag: lovers
A sonorous tryst
Forgive my verdant embouchure, timidly practised in dark alleys, and guide my fingers through respite in somewhat hurried pizzicato. There is no shame in apposition set off by commas, casually, continue reading
hidden pilcrow 