Sunday Comics
Ieva’s mother was keeping an eye on her daughter, but Ieva did fool her. For prohibitions don’t matter when you’re dancing to the fullest. Ieva was grinning widely when people were reading the Sunday Comics. Every one was sweating and that violin kept screeching and mourning. Wetness doesn’t bother this guy.
Rilke Wrote a Poem
Poetry by Robin A Beach…and Rainer Maria Rilke.
Babysitting, Valentine’s Day
Poetry by Felix Jung.
Blackfen Lover
Fiction by D.C. Ceva
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