I’ve sapped this scene of all there is to write; nothing more to draw from its sketchy frame. Anything left to say is said in spite of inspiration; lyric’s lilt is lame. Woman in the […]

I’ve sapped this scene of all there is to write; nothing more to draw from its sketchy frame. Anything left to say is said in spite of inspiration; lyric’s lilt is lame. Woman in the […]