TOM POLAND: Aluminum, glass, rum, war, and Hemingway
The vessels resemble cousins of a sort, my worn canteen and its shiny glass companion. The two came to me by dissimilar routes. A friend brought me the rum from Key West down where…
The vessels resemble cousins of a sort, my worn canteen and its shiny glass companion. The two came to me by dissimilar routes. A friend brought me the rum from Key West down where…