It’s not the easel red-faced posing bare, It’s the brushes that keep me from daubing A palette of magentas and iridescent blues, It’s not…
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It’s not the easel red-faced posing bare, It’s the brushes that keep me from daubing A palette of magentas and iridescent blues, It’s not…
I met Clove for the first and last time at the Peppermint Lounge, outside Biloxi, Mississippi. It was a Sunday night. Over a few whiskies…
This is a song, the lyrics which were written by Huddie William Ledbetter, the real name of Lead Belly, an American folk and blues singer,…
I saw the dark side of the Moon in the company of a few, who like me, were to bear witness to something…
I need but listen to this to imagine what it would be like if I were denied mi casita in NM. I can’t help but…