Shelf Space
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
Happy Inktober First!
So many places to be, though I could stand here in the glow all night…
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
What do you do with a cat who dances with you and his favorite song is Jelly 292?