This alley stretches long starting from the small, scrub houses past the old man’s semi shack his possessions spilling willy nilly into the grass forsaken…
There was a time when evening lay easily upon the thread of time. When she and I would sit high atop castle walls surveying the…
Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
Mesh wire laced windows with pulley closures like Popeye the Sailor Man rigged them up sun streaming on the gym floor basketball goals sans nets…