Originally posted on Stuff my dog taught me:
I have been actively searching for twine since September 1, 1983. I remember the date because it was written on the top of the rental agreement for my first flat – a…
Day: 08/25/2015
WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE WORDS …
Her son died. Her husband died. Their father died. His brother died, then his father. It was. Cancer. Heart attack. A minor infection turned virulent. A holdup gone wrong, a bullet gone astray. Senseless because death, disease, disaster are always senseless…. Read More ›
