“I put a sour cherry pastille on my tongue, but the combination jarred. A meaty, protein taste was called for. With a cool skin, sticky sweet fragrance in the nostrils, the aleatory drip of timeless water echoing in your ears,… — William Scott Home Copy Share Image
“A quarter-moon smeared a feverish glow on the marble slabs and dappled the trodden weeds that beleaguered them with a pale dewy leprosy; only… — William Scott Home Copy Share Image
“I put a sour cherry pastille on my tongue, but the combination jarred. A meaty, protein taste was called for. With a cool skin,… — William Scott Home Copy Share Image
“Become desert, the great silty gobs Rise up in whirlwinds and subsist under miasma Of sediments aloft: dust-storms inherit The powerful cells of the… — William Scott Home Copy Share Image
