I fall from the oyster tower in my pearl-rimmed frock. To mock the troglodytes with their Marlboro lights and drops of mead. The poet’s omen is the …
We Left the Garden
Writing by Courtenay Schembri Gray
Writing by Courtenay Schembri Gray
I fall from the oyster tower in my pearl-rimmed frock. To mock the troglodytes with their Marlboro lights and drops of mead. The poet’s omen is the …
We Left the Garden
Courtenay's Corner 