Art, Inspiration, Life, Poetry, Risk, writing Carver May 14, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment Each one, ending with Kafka’s fade, lingers days whispering deepening peeling half-speed to the raw distracted gaze. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading...
