My Grown Son Is Building a Huge Computer; President Yeltsin’s Yellow Roses 

My Grown Son Is Building a Huge Computer   Thus, is the living room commandeered.  Thus, are the cats re-tamed during a break in this work.  Thus are the junk and tool drawers left open all night  In the downstairs bathroom. Thus, do the lights  Burn all night, propelled by a dream of himself  For […]