Monthly Archives: October 2010
excerpt from “nine-hundred degrees”
great jokes. hot weather. long nights. great wines. big beers. tickets. crickets. dogs. dealers. tight ropes and tractors. sultry bars. debits without regrets. pundits and cowards. a hammock, an inner tube, a bracelet from Bombay, a professor, a pole and
excerpt from “nine-hundred degrees”
great jokes. hot weather. long nights. great wines. big beers. tickets. crickets. dogs. dealers. tight ropes and tractors. sultry bars. debits without regrets. pundits and cowards. a hammock, an inner tube, a bracelet from Bombay, a professor, a pole and
excerpt from “oops!”
oops! the name of a spray, it put the bugs away, not a thought delayed, life instantly frayed, without a shred of dismay, wings and legs they lay, buzz and bite carried away, not a trace of chlorofluorocarbon just a
excerpt from “oops!”
oops! the name of a spray, it put the bugs away, not a thought delayed, life instantly frayed, without a shred of dismay, wings and legs they lay, buzz and bite carried away, not a trace of chlorofluorocarbon just a
excerpt from “compass”
Frans is a storyteller. A painter of words. He’ll strip you then cover you in colors you’ve never worn. He’ll put new birds in your sky, a new beat in your skip, some heat in your lips, a groove in
excerpt from “compass”
Frans is a storyteller. A painter of words. He’ll strip you then cover you in colors you’ve never worn. He’ll put new birds in your sky, a new beat in your skip, some heat in your lips, a groove in
Crack the Walnut 