Shadowville Mythos

Desolation Summer Last Spring I waited downstairs on the empty street below. After waiting a while I tossed a penny up to her windo...

Truck Stop Woman Pulled into Auburn, Alabama it was raining of course. All I seemed to contemplate besides the weather what a shame to ...

Passage Through Ennui 35 years ago it was another long bitter Summer that dark humid July 1985. I was working the graveyard shift o...

Spring Is Trapped in the Crystal Tired of waiting you tired of walking streets where we waited for you. Cruel daybreak tortures me w...

I Have Lived This Song A Few Times I was dreaming of a life I knew somewhere far away. Hearing music from inside somewhere in my hea...

Last Day (A Cento) One after 9:09 pm New Years Eve 1995. Turn me on dead man ghost man... rocket man confused Shaman. On this nigh...

Beltane Cruelties So if it is not for me to speak to her Iconic Wayward Muse who smiles by Alabama campfire South of town by a number o...