VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.A. Gerber

Another round I’m drinking with Edgar  while Baudelaire claws  the turf and howls outside.  Poe is a lot drunker than  he should be…a cheap date,  a ‘lightweight’ even.  “You know that Lowell  wrote that I am only two-  fifth’s genius?”, he stutters.  “So fucking what!”, I reply,  Look what you did to that  guy outContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.A. Gerber”