Most read ▸Dave BontaOne-sidedthe bark of merchants who took no dole not knowing any want we the people all throat could not speakRead the poemLearn by heart
SadDave BontaPimpthe pleasure merchant in his gold-buttoned suit is only gentle alone late at night a bottle to fill with wine
SadRisa BearThirty-EightI drove through endless rain, seeking one merchant who might give aid to an empty hand.