Two Who Dare We greeted with the choreography of two hesitant mutts sniffing each other out, surrendering an awkward quick pat on the back and pull away of men embarrassed by intimacy, an almost-waltz at arms length, over before the… Continue Reading →
Openings cht cht plop plop tok tok drip drip What is the sound of water penetrating the crack in the ceiling? tap tap tapping into my brain Chinese water torture disturbing my slumber eroding… Continue Reading →
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