Ars Poetica: Late Autumn Jazz All afternoon chopping wood, gray skies spitting snow. Chili on…
It’s like the dark water I’d crawl into just before dawn, drifting on smooth high…
Ars Poetica: Late Autumn Jazz All afternoon chopping wood, gray skies spitting snow. Chili on…
It’s like the dark water I’d crawl into just before dawn, drifting on smooth high…