The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 5
In the toiled tick-tock of a fat blue dusk, Steel Brandenburg III stood at the stove in the kitchen of...
In the toiled tick-tock of a fat blue dusk, Steel Brandenburg III stood at the stove in the kitchen of...
I went to the hall of archives in the low whiteness of Cinderella City. It was all covered in a...
Time stands still beneath a December moon. The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the...
Zappy’s Magic Shop in downtown Berlin, Wyoming smelled of glee and trickery when Steel Brandenburg III first walked in during...
A dark hotel room in a cold Midwest city. The only light there is comes through the love slit in...
I drove over to Tecumah's earthen home to see if I could score some devil's lettuce off him, but he...
This captain’s boat skims into the harbor at dim and dawn The brick of the buildings bruised and brown, the...