A SLING BACK TO SALLY. (MS. BOWLES, ONCE THE TOAST OF MAYFAIR ) AFTER ISHERWOOD.

  Guiltless, work less, here in this deep end, in this sling back to the not-so-selective slung back, this slum, this time of rebounds, of reverberations, KitKats and ghettos. Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome… to the deep end, where the guilt is less, less selective, less to depend on, more flexible, less to wear, less of the […]

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Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]