Philip Levine: Salts And Oils
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an insane sailor who kept a .38 Smith and Wesson in … Continue reading →
November 30, 2016 · 2 Comments
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