October 4, 2020October 4, 2020 Tetman CallisTetman Callis 0 Comments 7:23 am Categories: Lit & Crit “Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.” – Sylvia Plath Post navigation Previous Previous post: Next Next post: Leave a ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name Email Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
“Surely there was a time I might have trod / The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance / Struck one ... more ...more ...
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