Rain Sleet Snow or Thirty Below
Rain sleet snow or thirty below, the post must flow.
Letters give, snakes take.
Rain sleet snow or thirty below, the post must flow.
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
Dammit Ralph, Do you think Lono’s place is fireproof? And what happened to Jai-Alai?
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on a …
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Roadtrip anyone?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.