Matt Albano
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Mr. Ethel At My Window
Mr.Ethel At My window The sound of the wind blowing through these six floor sunnyside queens buildings and down the street to join the clacking percussion of the above ground New York city bound seven train. This soft whispering snow is brightening up the sky and reminding me of another time not long ago I met a Gentleman that went by the name of Ethel… Mr.Ethel, the pigeon.
By Matt Albano3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Ethel At My Window
Mr.Ethel At My window The sound of the wind blowing through these six floor sunnyside queens buildings and down the street to join the clacking percussion of the above ground New York city bound seven train. This soft whispering snow is brightening up the sky and reminding me of another time not long ago I met a Gentleman that went by the name of Ethel… Mr.Ethel, the pigeon.
By Matt Albano3 years ago in Interview
