Guest Post: Turning-Harlan F. Baudelaire

A little too bright breezing in head turned right with a close-miss kiss too close. Something other than bourbon is living— there. You see for a second brown-eyes-turned-black and cross the room escaping cuts from scalpel-sharp intuition abuzz from the company of your lingering guest. Choosing to turn to the left, in silence, enveloped byContinue reading Guest Post: Turning-Harlan F. Baudelaire