Timing the Thunder

We were waiting for a storm to brew while the moon played accordion and wore a paper- boy hat (rakishly angled), looking down on the empty streets of our nameless little town that most people only seemed to remember because of something horrible that happened here a long time ago. But it’s just another Friday […]

Pine Box and a Shallow Grave

for Aaron Streelow It’s when you get the blues so damn bad that  every song you listen to, no matter the beat  or the groove or the tune or what it’s about, even,  is still, somehow, then and there, the saddest, most sorrowful and lonesome song you’ve ever heard,  and you catch yourself sniffling and […]