napowrimo 2014
let the critics have their barbecue. my father’s out-of-tune, glad-hearted singing; the inelegant poem my friend sends in the mail: these are my rice and beans. http://www.napowrimo.net
let the critics have their barbecue. my father’s out-of-tune, glad-hearted singing; the inelegant poem my friend sends in the mail: these are my rice and beans. http://www.napowrimo.net