Belfast Confetti
Suddenly as the riot squad moved in, it was raining exclamation marks, Nuts, bolts, nails, car-keys. A fount of broken type. And the explosion Itself — an asterisk on the map. This [...]
Haggard’s Blues
for Jim Gardner Playing guitar fleshing a song before I forget – it usually comes all at once. I don't understand what I'm saying sometimes – like Edgar Cayce. I started because I wanted to keep [...]