“ I keep rifles in the front closet. Trespassing can be a glance. A good shot, I practice with bottles, bull’s eyes. I cross the line where the fence breaks, whereContinue reading ““I know the value of my property””
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“when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story”
“ —And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday— When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed, Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon Looking off down the long street To nowhere, Hugged by my plain oldContinue reading ““when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story””
The Little Prince and the Fox 