Forty miles west of Eldorado, Texas, on 190 I hit a red bird as the land bottomed out of hill country into windblown dirt and

Here will you find: mistakes, bodies, nutrients, and silver. A column is an obelisk; do not expect this one to keep to the straight and sturdy qualities of its namesake. Likely, there will be foolishness, and on a good day, a point. I have lost my armor. I have taken up the pen.
Forty miles west of Eldorado, Texas, on 190 I hit a red bird as the land bottomed out of hill country into windblown dirt and
They will tell you to soften yourself. They will tell you to be nice. They will tell you to tell them they are great.
I have been at my Kipling again, and I know to say so can at once raise questions about my loyalties and inner politics. He
When you get born they hand you a costume and sometimes you learn how to wear it, and other times you never quite learn how
There must be an apple for me to eat somewhere.1 What is the danger in a woman? I have been looking for the answer
Christmas tree of chrismons and Garfield and Kermit, kid cut-outs and pictures of Christmases past, mechanical wonder ornaments and antique hand-made-hand-me-downs. Animals, angels and paper.