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Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Little pieces of Ret’s lore and the back-story to the characters, Ret, Rafe, Cole, and Hunter.
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
Inktober thus far.
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 as jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on …
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
Roadtrip anyone?
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.
Musie, Stop it! Thank you, but stop it, please. That’s more than enough reading for me.