An Evening with Mark Sarvas and Benjamin Dreyer Raging Novels, Writer’s Block, and the Grace of Letting Go
Ain’t We Got Fun?Robin Crane·December 14, 2020 In my darkest hour of need Still I reek a bit of greed Hands that shake and legs that lock A heart a lung a cunt a cock Who’s that sleeping ‘neath the sun? Why it’s me! Ain’t we got fun?
