The scars on the wrist are thirsty and rest on his posture. The blood surges below. What surfaces can't walk. The sun beats him up wheat grains in his pocket.
The scars on the wrist are thirsty and rest on his posture.
The blood surges below. What surfaces can't walk.
The sun beats him up wheat grains in his pocket.
Discuss in the Eclectica Forum!
Table of Contents Editorials Spotlight On: Jim Rushton The Salon (essayist: Valentine Michael Smith) From the Inside (prison essayist: Anthony Lee Brown) Making Time (music columnist, Don Mager) In Print (columnist, Scott Ruddick) Fiction Poetry Nonfiction & Essays Travel Writing Miscellany Humor and Satire Film and Cinema Book Reviews
