By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…
By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…