Somewhere back a whiskey or so ago I wrote that thinking was a real thing in the world, just like anything else. I mean that very literally, materially. And it’s true about poems, too.
Somewhere back a whiskey or so ago I wrote that thinking was
Somewhere back a whiskey or so ago I wrote that thinking was a real thing in the world, just like anything else. I mean that very literally, materially. And it’s true about poems, too.
