Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More
Tag: sketch
The Buffoon
we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine … More
Apology
Determined to deter his direction Dark Jazz beats dig deep down inside. Attention not quite a tame horse Jumps wild … More
Your Pocket
Lay low all weapons of mass destruction! Lay low all books of mass instruction! And come over here for just … More
His Being Anachronistic
It is as if he does not really belong here, as if he is a ghost who has somehow been … More
