While in Asheville
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
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
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
Long Live The Queen!
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Musie, See you in Art Class next week. Remember, Cash Only, please… Or, on second thought, maybe something more valuable such as ink, paint, or coffee…
Musie, Stop it! Thank you, but stop it, please. That’s more than enough reading for me.
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.