No one's left and I'm afraid I've got no choice. I've got it made. But I've known for a very long time that I can't consent to the shape that I've been assigned without a chance to really define...

Charlene Stocker reads her poem I play music ... it is neat for the sound in event focusing.. October

Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…