Crisp conifer cone dreams in prehistoric pine. Asleep for lifetimes.
You could head south to the river.Yeah. You could.Less open ground.Less aint none.He turned, still holding the handkerchief to his forehead. No cloud cover in sight.You need to be somewhere come daylight.Home in bed would be good.Cormac McCarthyNo Country for... Continue Reading →
At least it was strawberry Trauma traded for a sweetened treat Grape would have been unfortunate
Shifting back and forth in the carlistening to the dogs' cry apart from the rhythm of the radioplaying low while you snake the lines alone.Judging needles by strength and smellbetting high on hope for the holiday,our saving graceto a crazy year.i can't breatheor breathing in smoke... Continue Reading →
I pull a warm amber beer,though dark for the occasion.Sip between virtual cheers,expecting a better year.
What if all we ever do is revert back to the way things used to be done?