December 2008
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Online Literature.. →
Where has this been all my life? I love the internet.
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‘The smell of cherry blossoms the second week in January. Walking down Wellington road, one of the richest in the city. Past beautiful Georgian three-storey houses, the only thing that awakens in me a desire to one day have money. Real money.
The blossoms are too early, and my delight at their bouquet is quickly offset by worry and guilt. “Is it too early for blossoms? It’s too early. Why...
Scheherazade - Richard Siken
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a...
