By Pete Mladinic Audacity Courage to say after this, nothing, blank, maybe. Imaginable also unimaginable—on, on, on with no me. I sparrow-chirp dewy buds, light on walls, the head of foam on the tall draft are once only. Then, nada of lime and worms. Down there, no party. That’s for diggers, for openers of the … Continue reading Audacity and Love Will Come
