Shadowville Mythos

Where I'm at That black summer of 1995 It was the year Of no happy ending 22 years later And it still puts me into A very dark co...

Exile Christmas morning 1995 about six months into exile still some hope and a whole lot of love. Delivery of presents Santa myth t...

Star Child Memory Snapshot of a moment an outdoor poetry reading in early Spring 1996. Glimmering stars and looming moon through the ...

Seminole Avenue (Slight Return) I was walking down Seminole Avenue admiring the octagon shaped slabs of concrete. I felt the words that ...

Seminole Avenue Plucked in the green by the brook of silverly water. I see the recreation in progress and the interest of thieves. I f...

Galatea Longing here in the rain for the blood of Christ to flow in my veins. Somehow I suspect that it doesn't. I'm lost and...

Problems at Salisbury Fair Playing a gambit but still playing it straight. Sent a fluff-girl downstairs shaking her pompadour. Silver ...