AT NIGHT, THE WIFE MAKES HER POINT No. I don’t have Cindy Crawford’s legs. I haven’t spent my...
Dripping excitedly from my earlobes And falling over my crowded routines A rain of Lucretius’ atoms Is just beginning...
The day’s third hotel suite faced westwards across the harbour, its picture window looking down over the boats and...
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