IN THIS CITY here in this city, nights come like a drowned thought because mornings are a stone’s throw from immersion into a cataract of the frissons of new torments for children who find it difficult to identify their fathers’ scars...
IN THIS CITY here in this city, nights come like a drowned thought because mornings are a stone’s throw from immersion into a cataract of the frissons of new torments for children who find it difficult to identify their fathers’ scars...
