February Fried

Spring Snow [excerpt] by William Matthews And here comes snow, a language in which no word is ever repeated, love is impossible, and remorse. . . . Yet childhood doesn’t end, but accumulates, each memory knit to the next, and the fields become one field. If to die is to lose all detail, then death…

KIDS N CATS do it like that

KIDS N CATS – France Feat Nix. Wanna hear something fab to get you in the mood for the weekend? Then go to another music site. We don’t do that here. Only joking – course we do it here and we do it the best as showcased by this fabulous new release by Austria’s KIDS…