Garrett Michael Ball
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I am awake, not sour; an iris yawns.
I say, ‘quiet iris, the sun is still sleeping.
G.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
‘Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet, and see what sort of a place this “Spouter” may be.’
-H.Melville
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