remembering Bob Hawke
remebering my dad is like remember australia
Perfect Storm
In the motel room you don’t see her lose her mooring line to a cyclonic subterranean force In the motel room her meaning swept from her north star lost to… Read more Perfect Storm →
Taking Blood
I have to lie on this bed is the pathology lab for 30 minutes, prone, not moving, so that when my blood is drawn it will have the right measure… Read more Taking Blood →
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