the origin of clouds (a novel)#2
It was five years ago, at the end of August. A miserable, humid day in Cleveland made unbearable by the lingering stench of the hospital medical waste incinerators puffing […]
It was five years ago, at the end of August. A miserable, humid day in Cleveland made unbearable by the lingering stench of the hospital medical waste incinerators puffing […]
This morning like every morning, I drink coffee and smoke cigarettes and watch day come in through the window of my small studio apartment. The window is worn with […]
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
The Intersection of STEM and Politics
The best longform stories on the web
pushing sound studies into the red since 2009
The Biggest Art Story Ever?
Quips & Commentaries in Prose and Poetry
WordPress.com is the best place for your personal blog or business site.