The Lost Word
I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…
Abide with Me
Was our first date really a boxer’s funeral? You in pitch, me in black—all in all a noirish affair, how…
I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…
Was our first date really a boxer’s funeral? You in pitch, me in black—all in all a noirish affair, how…
