Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…
Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…
Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…
Ain’t nothing magic about Joshua Tree as you venture there on bended knee no drink in the desert to quench that thirst clear air current…
Breauman saunters out full step amidst wafting smells of fresh cut hay scratchy suit rough hewn like him brim of his hat tasting the salt…