Too True to be good

Month June 2019

Ernest Hemingway told me to bleed. And write.

There’s a jazz club where a band plays John Coltrane’s Blue Train every Saturday night. No one knows about it. The place is dark and sticky but smells pleasantly of rum, cedar wood and sun-kissed sweat coming from the skin… Continue Reading →

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