How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to […]
Donna Fleischer
“we can!” she writes to this other hemisphere where I am who — immediately distracted by that insurgence […]
butterflies barely touch the meadow . . . killing frost Donna Fleischer ~~~ * in copertina ph. Christian […]
pulling the dark net to his wee boat at dawn September moon slips through Donna Fleisher … ph. […]