July 4, 2014

A Plague Unquit

how drunk—like a plague unquit– sips at a time, and still, chalk fields— a man alone in the traffic of Paris—so’s at the potted edge of […]
August 16, 2013

Paris, Croissants, and Toothless Farmers

The rain falls sideways in France. At least, that’s how it seems. And you’d be hard-pressed to argue with the weather when you stand in a […]