i will sit beneath this yellow street lamp until the glow is my ownDo you haiku?
It’s been an action-packed couple of months: two weeks of T.O. in Xela, an unexpected three weeks in Chicago, and a drama-filled return to Chiapas. Today, I squint as I write you from my emergency machine, which is saving my hide while my main work station is on the fritz. (Here’s a riddle–what do you [...]