Morning with more orders I don’t listen, ever I imagine snow, those central Oregon fields The three sisters […]

Not as hellish as yesterday.  Not even close.  And in tonight’s thousand, I simply acknowledge the speeded spurt […]

Continued, the race Taxed, don’t mind if I am Wait, yes I do Ridiculous, the professional set, setting

Idea, like apples on a windy freeway, storm book, till finals. Then a railroad of stress stomps me. […]

almond croissant, wait a second here, never had one anything else– a bottle of red road bloodied by […]

Block, not moving this instrument, not how I’d hoped the day leaving dock. And the straight’s already promised […]