|Reviews for growing old and reading faulkner|
| wonderland called chapter 1 . 1/25/2009
"how the cotton of the undershirt eighties
felt like rabbits against his skin, when he
tasted the bitter sepia of old family photos"
i love those lines. a really beautiful poem in all actually.
| Triolet chapter 1 . 1/25/2009
oh, that's a very beautiful poem! :) it's very carefully arranged and I thought "plunge down onto the apple in his /-tory" was very clever. it has a nice meaning. :D XD