Shadowville Mythos

Sassanna Sassanna was painting the back porch, in the early afternoon. I opened the window, hot air flowed in. Carried the smell of bot...

Book of the Dead She's a dream scape baby only memory. She has such pretty feet tripping acid so completely. Soulful brown eyes di...

Journey in the Past Back in 1980, a long ago time I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line. Get off work at five from Harvey Lumber and...

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...