All of these words reveal what is wordless.
To the hymn of church and God and cold, cheap beer A tangled life of rural roots and country boots Fireflies were my streetlight cue to come back home Where the homecoming queen works at Dairy Queen And our horseshoes come covered in liquid gold A jagged aggregation of rock ground down to a weathered… Continue reading Forgottonia
Autumn came to visit as she does this day each year. Peddling her Equinox, breath thick with pumpkin beer. “My dear! So nice to see you.” Voice raspy from leaf smoke. “I’ve got new merch for you this year,” and opened her blood-orange cloak. “First up, the same old candy corn. Smells better than it… Continue reading Autumn Calling
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