Angela StubbsI Sat Down and Cried at The Pigalle Metro Stop From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where...
Angela StubbsThe Impracticability Of Silence A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...