Cindy Letic I lie. A lot. And I mean, like, a LOT! To whom? No, it’s not an endless list (don’t search
Say it and it is so: a plum dripping nectar on living fingers The unsaid bears no plump fruit.
A fictional account of The Band’s rise and fall. I guess I’d have to call Hawk a thinking man. By the time we recorded
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Gemology turquoise of the sky, peeping through the cloudy mist as milk
They keep asking if I Miss the mountain And I don’t. I miss the apothecary’s workshop, and The way I used to measure out the