The book doesn’t have a cover and much of the content is missing—I’ve had it for seven years and can’t remember how many times I’ve read the thing. The book is like a bird and has lost many feathers, and it wouldn’t even bother me if somebody stole it because there isn’t a real reason… Continue reading ‘May’ (summer 14′, semi-edited spontanous prose)
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Adventures In American Writing 