There had come a point where the motor home and assortment of masks were all they materially possessed; in daily constancy stood love…”
“Cannons busted the walls down in the war. Now, I ain’t got a cannon on hand, but I’ve got my Smith and Wesson tucked real close to the tips of my fingers if you don’t put the gold down and go about your day.”
Dedicated to the collective spirits of storytellers.
Of our Azure lineage
A Saharan Fable.
A fragment from a lost nautical tale.
The painful act of war performed by brave guardians.
The empty plain around Stonehenge Sits as a bare graveyard. We learn of Stonehenge in the lengthy texts As we force boiling coffee down our tired mouths. What about those … Continue reading May Never Die
To live and die as moving parts.
Clash the colors on the Castillan canvas along the cream cathedral, I cross away… To the dream painted scenery etched along the winding Spanish walk, Where the Tormes river … Continue reading Red, Yellow