Nicholas Bredie is a poet living and working in Manhattan.
Each day I decide not to speak French. This amuses the French graduate student Im fucking. She is unaware of the Lantronix XPort device, about the size of her thumb, which places any object or thing that produces data into a network.
Rumors to the contrary aside, poetry is doing pretty well for itself. Besides having a SoHo loft for a house, it has had 1,773 discreet instances of itself published in the past year.
The walk" button is actually a panic button, making a pitch so enthralling that Death misses his deadline. Fates glance gives Dentons hand a life of its own.