Monthly Archives: August 2011

naked in cold space (nine)

Page Nine   number seventeen (to come) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                                                                    number eighteen                                                                                    tuuschi’s poem                                                                                    The ringer of bells,                  the happy boy,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the lover of love itself.                                                        I was flummoxed always,                                                                        baffled always,                                                             that a … Continue reading

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