Poem of the Month: Fevers
The fever stroked her fretful twitched the savory embers balsam ash and myrrh fever shuddered through her as stubborn tongues […]
The fever stroked her fretful twitched the savory embers balsam ash and myrrh fever shuddered through her as stubborn tongues […]
They always ran out of ice. It was her way, perhaps, of disowning the parties. There were moments during every […]