None 2 Replies I remember the day you washed my feet…..I even spoke it to the world…….you were like that sad Mary Magdalene…I am your lover…But I am not your Christ. Share this great work...FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrReddit
Louis Kasatkin July 23, 2015 at 1:02 pm A world of narrative compressed into a remarkably tiny poetic space. Sublimely succinct. Log in to Reply ↓
John Anthony Fingleton July 23, 2015 at 2:37 pm Thank you Louis… I extended a little on Facebook, but I will leave this rest. Log in to Reply ↓
A world of narrative compressed into a remarkably tiny poetic space. Sublimely succinct.
Thank you Louis… I extended a little on Facebook, but I will leave this rest.