Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Garage Sale
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan’s. Or the one knives carve into bread. But the un-broken bread song too. For the song … Continue reading
January 29, 2016 · 2 Comments
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan’s. Or the one knives carve into bread. But the un-broken bread song too. For the song … Continue reading