The One He Had Forgotten — Part Ten
Jason flicked his cigarette off into the dark, distant grass. The lawns had not yet been watered, so the butt smoldered. Smoke, pulled by the
Month: November 2013
Insomniac by Sylvia Plath–an illustration project–gouache on board–
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole — A