by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
By Gerald Yuscavage God emerged and said, “Oh, Myself,” before committing those persons deeply dependent on the intricate rhythms of the Ptolemaic system to a highly reputable institution.
