There's a new fella in town, zine-wise. Regard the right column for the Onion Union. Seems they're smitten with 'listening to jackal tales' and will publish it - at some point. To be determined. But take the link and fly with it. Support all supporters of poesies. And, yes, gentle readers. I'm back at work in a creative frenzy. Here by the Bay.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
About Me
- Name: the Bay
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
poet, meanderer, artist, single, pasta lover. decidedly on the quiet side, but affable enough.
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