You can only go forwards
The corn is gone already? How the hell is the corn gone already? I swear it was just pushing up through the furrows, looking all green and eager and naïve. Now it’s rows… Continue reading
The corn is gone already? How the hell is the corn gone already? I swear it was just pushing up through the furrows, looking all green and eager and naïve. Now it’s rows… Continue reading
Tuesday October 4 – Taking the train home after Day 1 of teacher training, pulling into the station at Brussels North past shy behemoths of office towers loitering outside the station, waiting tragically… Continue reading
(Doing a little house-cleaning, and too tired to write anything new, I found this post stuck in the drafts folder, from when the internet connection went out before I could post or finish… Continue reading