September 1, 2014
Seven days I sat vigil, with Lincoln’s Ghost On hunting trails, in Russia, in true Mississippi, in the blowback mountains, Run down, ya know, from the […]
August 22, 2014
That wizard school bullshit We sold off tartan plaid years ago, For millions, kept half but it’s all good Four summers ago locked in sultry Boston, […]
July 15, 2014
Our hamburger spring in New York, Avoided pain like raindrops, like Thomas Jefferson said, in France, some time ago And all the rooms stood empty, On […]
July 8, 2014
Savannah’s fever, in old Washington, Down by the Potomac, wooden fields and long fjords, Long dreams back then, with the lights out, blew em out with […]