it's that kind of place ready made for mavericks ruled by silver women single and barren as the burled back of black mesas tracking dust...

step upon steppes shelves of great gasping grass humps of sunflower and honey enough land for each man to pace out his own demise and...

flapping rags of rainbow litter let loose to lift and catch in the branches knotted prayers shirt cuffs, apron string bird wing and...

All of what I have have done and what I am is now crammed into a trio of containers three polymer PODS loaded front to back essentials...

Nov 30,2020 I pulled up in front of a moss-green colonial that seemed to have shrunken down on itself, pulling its warped hindquarters in...