Poetry by Carl Hildebrand: “The Trothing Supper”
I O Italy! When winter groweth young and dies, When grim leans gay and dirges merrily, And corpsey-husks late wan burst blossoming, And dip and…
Read MoreI O Italy! When winter groweth young and dies, When grim leans gay and dirges merrily, And corpsey-husks late wan burst blossoming, And dip and…
Read MoreFrom a window I can choose a whore Schnapps until I hit the floor Indulge myself with magic herb Nude on T.V. does not…